#ill keep you safe- promise. SIR-

[alemvy]

here's a cute hazard voiceline i caught while saving my lifeweaver

[theautisticwriter]

Love Letters: Yandere! Hazbin Hotel characters X G/N Reader

Characters- Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Sir Pentious, Lucifer Morningstar, Vox

Show- Hazbin Hotel

Genre- yandere, romantic

Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!

Warnings- yandere themes, swearing, stalking, virtual stalking, threats, unwanted attention, delusional characters, mentions of planned kidnapping, pet names

Word count- 1.7k

Extra notes- Alastor’s part is platonic, he’s platonically in love with you!

key: n/n = nickname, y/n = your name, g/n = gender neutral

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Hi N/n!

Oh my gosh, it’s been so long since i’ve sent you a letter! I’m so sorry! The hotel has been sooooooooo busy! But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you, how could I? You’re all I think about!

I’m excited to tell you i’ve been decorating your room at the hotel! Of course, when you come here you can redecorate if you wish to! Whatever makes you the happiest sweetie! Or, you could even share my room!

I can’t wait to come get you, I really do think you’ll like it here. We’ve all worked so hard to make this place as welcoming as possible, and you’ll warm up to the other residents and staff after a little bit of time! They can be a bit much at the beginning, but don’t worry your pretty little head, I wouldn’t put you in danger. The hotel is super safe, especially now that my dad is helping too!

Please write back, at least once? You haven’t responded to any of my letters, and Razzle told me you kept throwing them out ☹. Unless you use your trash can as extra storage, I’m not sure why all my letters keep ending up there!

Nevertheless, I’ll retrieve all the letters when you move in, and we can look through them together and reminisce about our adorable beginnings.

Yours truly,

Charlie Morningstar!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ

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Dear Y/n,

I understand that these letters started to freak you out, and that’s why I haven’t sent any in a while, but I felt like I needed to continue writing to you. It’s our only way of communication right now, so until you move into the hotel, this will have to do.

It’s hard to write down my feelings for you, I can’t ever seem to find the right words which must be why you didn’t understand that these are love letters. I’m not some creepy guy trying to kidnap you, I love you and want to finally bring you home as soon as possible.

Charlie is still working out the details of your stay, but she’ll be finished soon, I promise. Would you like your own room or to share mine? If you write back, we could discuss your personal preference towards the rooming situation?

You’ll get used to this, to us, soon enough. I have no ill intent towards you, I’m the only person in this shithole that actually cares about you and your safety. I can keep you safe, I can, I will.

I���ll see you soon, y/n.

Stay safe,

Vaggie

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Salutations, Dearest!

Aren’t letters just marvellous? Texting and calling is merely a phase, the “old fashioned way” as sinners call it, is the only correct way. It shows effort, thought and has a charm to it that this technology nonsense lacks immensely.

You’ll be with me soon, and once you are we’ll get rid of all your electronic devices. Radio will be enough to keep you entertained, I assure you my dear. It would be such a treat if you tuned into one of my broadcasts, since you are the only viewer I wish to listen. You could listen to me, whilst I watch you, how splendid!

As much as this hazbin hotel is doomed to fail, I do believe it is a safe residency for us to stay at for the time being. Your current accommodation is far too lacking in the security department, from personal experience, I can confirm it is quite easy to get inside. Of course, I can get anywhere you are no matter what you or anyone else tries to do, but I didn’t even have to try! That’s no good, now is it?

Don’t fret, my dear. All will be well once you’re under my official protection and guidance. Nothing will get in our way, you have my word.

The radio demon,

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Hey, n/n!

You deleted all your socials, what gives?? You’re making me write letters now? I mean, i’m not against letters, they’re real romantic and shit, but dming you was so much easier babe. Was some fucker harassing you? I’ll torture the shit out of them, just give me a name toots.

Anyways, it’s not like it really matters, letters and texting, we’ll be SPEAKING in person pretty soon ;) I can’t wait to see that gorgeous face right in front of my (equally gorgeous) face. This face makes money baby, money that I can drown you in. Whatever you want, i’ve got you covered. Isn’t that exciting? Something to look forward to for you, besides living with me, which is a huge upgrade from your shitty house right now

Fat nuggets (our pet pig btw) can’t wait to meet you! He’s real cuddly, as am I, so don’t ever worry about feeling lonely with us here. Our room is filled with soft fluffy crap, all yours for the taking!

I’ll see you soon cutie,

Your Angel Dust 𓆩♡𓆪

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To Y/n,

This is a fucking hassle, writing letters, you know that? You need to quit whining and come down to this shitty hotel before I come bring you here myself. It’s not so bad here, once you get used to it. And the people are fucking annoying, but they mean well. Unlike those dicks you hang around with, I don’t trust them, and trust me, I can spot a prick with my eyes closed.

I’ve rented you a room in the hotel, next door to mine. I paid with my own fucking money, which I earned at this stupid bar, so be grateful. I could of bought a lot of booze with that cash, but I saved it up for you. Niffty cleaned it real nice for you, so stop taking so long. You have two more days before I start moving your shit.

Hate me all you want, it’s for your own good. People don’t often realise what they need, but I’m a bartender, I know people more than they think. And I know you more than anyone else.

Two days, y/n.

Regards,

Husker 𑁤

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Hihi!!!!!!!!

It’s Niffty! You know that though, right? Nobody else is sending you letters right y/n??!?!! Tell me they aren’t, tell me i’m the only girl in hell who’s sending you love letters!! Alastor said it’s the most romantic thing to do for someone sweet like you, so if anyone else is that means they like you! >:(((

I like you n/n! I like you more than anyone else does, I pinky swear it!!

Your house needs a clean, I came in last night through your window and did your kitchen real good, but then you woke up and I had to go :(( Your room at the hotel is sooo super clean, because I clean it every 3 hours to make sure there’s no bugs. I eat them for you, don’t worry n/n.

It’s gonna be sooo fun when you move in with me, we’re gonna do so much together! I’ve made you a crown too!!

Niffty :DDD

P.S, I hope you like the ant I stuck to the envelope, I picked him just for you!

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My beloved Y/n,

It has been far too long since we last corresponded, my sincerest apologises. How are you? I hope the answer is well, but how could you be without your prince beside you? I am restless without you as i’m sure you are without me. I’ll fix this little problem, not to worry! I am worthy of your affections, I’ll prove it to you til the end of my afterlife. Which is infinite! Because I am very brave, and incredibly powerful!

My attempts to join the overlords are not going as planned, but once again, do not fear my love! In a few years we shall rule side by side! My minions are excited to meet you, they will guard you with their pathetic little lives and answer your every call! Unless you asked to leave, they won’t let you do that, but you wouldn’t ask that! You’ll be happy with me, right?

Right?

Please I needyouineedyouineedyou

Haha, ignore that scribble! The eggs pushed my arm whilst I was writing.

I’ll see you soon my dearest,

Yours forever,

Sir Pentious (your future husband and future overlord)

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My Y/n,

How are you doing sweetheart? I’m doing great, yes, totally, I’m always great! I’m the king of hell! What’s there to be depressed about? Everything Nothing at all, everything’s perfect my end! It would be much better with you by my side however, what do you think? I think so.

I can give you anything you want, do anything you want, be anything you want! I can give you everything, and you can give me, well, you! Your hand in unholy marriage, your smile. Anything you want to give me, I’ll adore.

Sorry, that’s awfully sappy isn’t it? Do you like that sort of thing? I hope so, I hope you’re feeling valued by my words and my letters. I haven’t gotten one back yet, which is totally okay! You’re probables super busy, and that’s okay! You can tell me everything you want to when I bring you to my palace (that’s where we will live, it’s big, and very expensive, i’m rich by the way)

Anywho, my daughter needs my help today at her little hotel, so I’ll send this to you before I go. Charlie will love you, and you’ll love her. And me

Forever and always yours,

Lucifer (I’m a king by the way :P)

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N/n,

This letter in itself is a sign of how much I care about you, because I do not write letters to people. Throwing out all your electronics and the cameras I put in your house hasn’t helped your little rebellion. I’ll just have to get you sooner than planned, which isn’t a problem for me. I was hoping to court you for longer, but you’ve pressed my buttons sweetheart.

You were very thorougher with your search for all the tech in your house, you got everything. Which i’ll give you credit babe, is impressive considering how much I put in there. Who knew you were so smart? It’s almost cute, if it wasn’t so hopeless.

I’m not sorry for what’s to come, my methods aren’t moral but, hey, who the fuck is moral down here? I am sorry for the emotional distress you’ll endure, but it must be done. You’ll get over it, i’ll make sure of it.

By the time this reaches you, I’ll be outside. Make sure you answer the door for me, kay?

𝕍𝕠𝕩

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[sirahegao]

Sacrilege

Knight Rengoku x Female reader

Summary: Sir Kyojuro Rengoku is appointed as the princess personal bodyguard due to rising threats of violence from the enemy kingdom. He would do anything his dear princess orders and desires. His sole purpose is to keep the princess safe and content.

Tags: Porn with a bit of plot, slight dom reader, oral (female receiving), virginity loss, p in v, fingering, masturbation, missionary, riding, arranged marriage, forbidden love

Word count: 6.7k

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Every aspect of your life was controlled since the day you were born. Not only your life but also the one of your parents. They were promised to each other for the sole reason of royal bloodlines. That was the same direction your life was currently headed and you did not, could not, come to terms with it.

The idea of being stuck in a loveless marriage for the sole reason of pumping out babies filled you with something worse than dread. Looking at your mother was like looking into the life of your future self, a sad and miserable reflection staring back at you. All your Mother accomplished in her life was to give the royal family 6 children. Your brothers, however, had a better life set for them. The eldest was the sole heir to the thrown and was given the opportunity to chose his own wife as long as she was nobility which is a far better freedom than the one you were granted.

You were set to be married off to an enemy kingdom once negotiations were to be complete. You thanked god that their king was just as stubborn as your father when it came to settlements and you prayed the quarrel would never end. But once those negotiations were settled, your job would be to marry the eldest son and provide as many children as possible and as soon as possible. In all honesty, you would rather die before that happens.

The only thing you were able to control in your sad life, was your personal bodyguard. A knight specifically assigned to you when threats to the kingdom arose. The royal family had to protect you at all costs, after all, you were going to be used to settle disagreements between kingdoms.

That knight was to follow your orders without hesitation. After all, who would suspect you ever having ill intentions? The knight followed every single of your commands. The only one order he would never obey was to leave your side. There was a time where you would desperately try to shake him off your trail. He would follow you everywhere and would always stay exactly four steps behind you. He was like a bloodhound. No matter where you hid or how hard you tried to lose him, he would always find his way to you.

At the end, he became an aspect of your life you were able to control. After you got used to him being a thorn by your side, you decided to push his limits and see what orders he would follow. At first you requested silly tasks for your own amusement like making him walk your dog and clean up after him during your morning strolls or make him cut up your food and feed you as if you were a child. More than anything, you expected him to be enraged and snap at you for treating him like a common maid, but he never gave you the satisfaction. However, as time went on you noticed that any task involving him being in close proximity to you would incite a flushed reaction from his end.

Once you caught wind of that, it became the only thing that brought you amusement. Your demands became bolder like asking him to help you change into your over complicated dresses or making him give you massages when you became too stressed. All of this just to see that flustered expression of his. He never once declined any of your commands which you found entertaining. Of course, all of this was done behind closed doors. The rest of the servants tended to be gossipy and you did not want them to spread any misinformation.

However, one rainy night completely changed the dynamic of your relationship. The stress of being scrutinized for every aspect of your life, for every decision you made, had finally caught up to you. Nothing in your life was under your control except for this. As your hands wondered beneath your sleeping gown you realized this was something you would always be in control of. The need to forget everything that made you worry was strong, and you desperately sought that sweet release.

This was the only time during the night when you could be alone. Your knight would either be right outside your bedroom doors or patrolling in the nearby area, so you figured that as long as you were silent, you would be able to obtain that sweet release.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips when your fingers lightly brushed against your clit. The action bringing excitement and anticipation to the rest of your body. The bundle of nerves was aching to be touched and you granted that wish by drawing soft circles on the area. This caused the rest of your body to tremble as breathy sighs escaped your lips. Being the only female in the royal family meant that you were a virgin. You were promised to whoever your father decided to trade you off with.

This, however, did not change the fact that you were able to pleasure yourself. You reveled in the idea of being in control of something. Being able to control your climax was enough to settle your nerves. However, you couldn’t ignore the fact that you felt as if something was missing.

You continued to draw circles around your clit. You slowly increased your speed as the pleasure caused your legs to tremble. Soft gasps escaped your lips as you felt the wetness gather in your core. The finger pleasuring your clit soon wondered to your aching hole. Your finger slipped in easily due to the wetness. Opening your legs wider caused a shudder to escape your lips as you granted yourself better access. Adding another finger, you curled and scissored them searching for that spot that never failed to drive you over the edge.

What a sight you were. Your legs were up and spread open revealing your sopping cunt. Your lips were swollen from how hard you bit them trying to keep quiet, and your hair clung to your neck and forehead from the slight sweat you were building up. Once your fingers curled to that sweet spot, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out soft moans.

Accounting the rain, you believe no one would be able to hear your sharp gasps as you slowly built up your orgasm, or even the lewd wet sounds that filled your chambers. However, you were greatly mistaken.

After finishing his patrol faster than usual, Rengoku made his way back to your chambers only to be met by strange noises. Your sharp gasps made him believe you were having trouble breathing, so he took it upon himself to urgently check on you.

Without warning, your bedroom doors were swung open and his eyes shot wide open when he witnessed the compromising position you were in.

The first thought that ran through your head as your eyes met was anger. You were annoyed that he interrupted you when you were about to climax.

While maintaining eye contact, your fingers sped up. The squelching noises growing louder and your shudders were the only noises that filled the room. You desperately kept trying to reach that high again. “Well, are you just going stand there like a buffoon, or are you going to do your job and help me?” Your lust took the reigns as you spewed those words from your mouth.

He stayed silent for a moment which gave you enough time to come to your senses and realize what you were asking of him. Before you could speak, with that same flushed expression that always brought you amusement, he answered,

“As you wish my princess.”

That night set a chain of events that led you to the moment you were currently in, his head hidden underneath your dress as his tongue swirled around your clit. Anytime you demanded anything like this from him, he never argued or offered his opinion. He just followed orders like a good soldier. There was never any penetration since he always made sure to use his fingers and/or mouth to drive you over the edge.

Sometimes you wondered if he enjoyed this as much as you, since he never stopped until you tapped out from exhaustion or overstimulation.

You were currently supposed to be on your way to the opera, but instead you were in the back of the stagecoach with your dress ridden up to your hips as he held your thighs back, spreading you open for his tongue. The trees in your large estate shielded the stagecoach from prying eyes and was far enough to drown the lewd sounds you would make. You didn’t even make it out of the estate before your lust and impatience took over.

“Mmm… your tongue feels heavenly.” Every time you would compliment him, you could feel his body trembling almost as if your compliments brought him pleasure.

He just hummed in acknowledgment. The vibrations adding to your pleasure as his tongue delved deeper into your sopping hole. You couldn’t stop your hips as they moved along his face. Your body desperately seeking further stimulation. Your trembling fingers tangled into his golden locks pulling on them the closer you felt the dam break. A part of you would’ve like to reward him, to make him feel as good as you were feeling, but the way his eyes met yours along with his flushed cheeks and the juices dripping down his mouth hinted that this was more than enough for him.

As he sucked on your clit, a long thick finger teased your hole. He would slip the tip of his finger in, the wetness allowing him easy access, and softly begin to pump and curve his finger. The sensation was too much that you felt the familiar build up of your orgasm. It was so close that your vision went dark from the anticipation and the pleasure.

“Please… I’m so close.” You managed to whisper.

If only you knew you would never have to beg anything from him. That was not your place.

“Anything you wish, my princess.”

His mouth connected to your clit once more while his finger increased its speed causing your legs to tremble around his shoulders. The grip you had on his golden locks was enough to almost rip his hair out, but he did not complain. His eyes connected to your face as you came undone around him with a loud groan. You tried to bite your knuckles to stop you from making too much noise, and how he wished you could just be as loud as you wanted. To let everyone know that a commoner like him brought the princess to tears with how intense her orgasms were. The orgasms that HE caused.

He licked you clean along with his fingers, savoring your sweet taste.

“Well, it looks like we should be headed back soon before we raise any alarms. You did well Rengoku.” You said as you fixed your dress and hair, trying to get rid of the evidence these acts ever took place.

As Kyojuro took his place in the driver’s seat, he tried so hard to make his throbbing cock go down. He tried taking deep breaths along with thinking of any other distracting thoughts either the sky, the trees or the birds, but you always made your way back into the spotlight of his mind. How he wished he could claim you as his, but he knew that was not his place. You were royalty and he was just a farm boy who wanted to fight for his kingdom. If the royal family ever found out about his sacrilege towards the princess, he knew he would get executed without question.

But you were just so addicting. It was like doing heroin, he knew it was wrong, but he could just not resist the high. The night that he walked in on you was not on purpose. The noises you were making were almost as if you were having difficulty breathing which sent him into his fight or flight response. When you asked him to help you, every sane part of his being was screaming at him to turn around and leave, to pretend he just didn’t walk in on you knuckle deep and leaking all over the bed, but he was weak and you were divine.

Every time you requested him after that, he never failed to be there. It was as if you had him on a tight leash, always available to do your bidding. You were his Aphrodite and he would always worship you as such.

Once he was able to calm down, he set the carriage on its way back to the castle. However, both of your hearts dropped when you saw your father waiting outside the castles doors. There were times when you would go months without seeing him, so seeing him here without it being a special occasion or without any notice, made your thoughts race and hearts drop.

After holding the carriage door open for you and helping you down, Kyojuro broke the tense silence first,

“Your majesty.” He kneeled in front of the king, not able to make eye contact. You, on the other hand, gave a curt bow and tried to settle your nerves. Your hands began to sweat and your heart felt as if it was going to jump out of your chest. Your father had not said a single word since you arrived, and it was difficult to read his hard expression.

“Where have you been?”

“We just came back from the opera. I was beginning to feel as if I was going to die of boredom.” You fanned yourself, acting nonchalant.

“Guard, at ease and stay put.” Your father’s booming voice commanded towards Rengoku. Whatever it was that your father wanted to talk to you about, he made it obvious that he wasn’t in a hurry. It was almost as if he knew, and that paranoid part of yourself kept screaming at you that he knew.

You feared he would send his guards to execute Rengoku right there at the steps where you left him. Why else would he separate him from you? Still, you weren’t dumb enough to begin rambling first, as you waited for him to begin with whatever it was he wanted to discuss.

“I want you to get your affairs in order.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Father?” You urged him to continue.

“The east kingdom and I have come to an agreement. You will be sent to their castle to familiarize yourself with your new home and your new fiancé. I will join you in a few days time to oversee the royal wedding.”

The wedding would seal whatever agreement they had come to terms with. Hearing those words made your heart drop to your stomach. You knew this day would come, but you were not ready. It was too soon. You were not ready to leave everything behind and be bound to a complete stranger.

You were not ready to part with your knight.

“Another thing I wanted to mention, once you get married, I want you to… consummate the marriage and be with child straight away. That will be the only way for this peace treaty to fully become fulfilled. Do I make myself clear?”

You bowed slightly, not as a sign of respect, but as a way to hide your expressions. “Yes father.”

“Good. You shall head out tonight. I want everything done as soon as possible so I can forget about this mess.” He walked away without another word. As soon as you heard the palace’s doors doors close behind you, signaling his departure, you dropped to your knees and began to sob. You could feel the servants eyes on you as they continued to pass by, trying to get their chores done, but none of them dared say a word to you. It was not their place to speak their mind in matters regarding the kingdom.

You were so engrossed in your own thoughts and sadness, that you did not feel the soft touch on your shoulder.

“Princess… we need to start packing.” Came Rengoku’s soft and reassuring voice.

Taking deep breaths, you tried to regain your composure. You let him help you up and guide you to your chambers.

Once the door closed behind you, you continued to quietly sob. Without a word, Rengoku began putting together the things he knew you wanted to take. His fingers caressed the material of your dresses as he placed them on the bed. Almost as if he was trying to memorize the feel of the material. Rengoku felt defeated too. The most likely scenario would be that your new husband would probably send him back to his kingdom. Rengoku will be seen as an outsider and a spy if he was to stay there, so there was no way he would ever see you again after the wedding.

This day was bound to happen, and he thought he was prepared. If only things were different. If only he were royalty, maybe he would’ve had a chance to remain by your side if at least just for a little while longer.

“I’ll get a carriage ready and send a maid up to help you pack.” When he was about to reach for the doorknob, he felt your arms wrap around his torso. Your head nuzzling against his back armor. He froze under your touch, unsure of how to proceed or what to say.

“Please stay…” you sobbed, “I want to remain by your side as long as possible.”

You were afraid he was gonna push you away. What if he did not adore you the way you adored him? What if he just followed your orders because he was your subordinate?

Now that you were coming to terms with the fact that you might never see him again, your true feelings for him began to rise. At first you believed that your feelings were just driven by lust, but now you realized that you did not see yourself without him. Without your protector.

“I don’t want to go. I want to stay here. I’m so scared.”

This was the first time you spoke to him like an equal. You were showing your vulnerable side to him and all he could do was hold you.

“It’s your duty. Just like my duty is to protect you.”

“Then protect me. Don’t let this happen… please.” He remained silent at your request. This would be the first time when he was not sure he would be able to follow through with your orders.

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You tried not to keep sobbing as you were on your way to your new home. The only sounds that filled the air were the thuds of the horses hooves hitting the dirt road, and the occasional snorting from the horses. You massaged your eyelids to keep them from swelling. The coldness of your fingertips soothed the area, but no matter how hard you tried, silent tears continued to slip down your rosy cheeks. You didn’t want to arrive at the new kingdom with obvious signs of distress.

Kyojuro had been silent since you spoke about how you really felt towards this situation. You figured it was due to the fact that he was just following your orders and he did not really care for you the way you thought he did.

You sighed heavily as you stared out the window of your carriage. The rustic buildings became less and less and soon replaced by the trees of the thick forest that swallowed your kingdom. The feeling of hopelessness consumed you as you realized there was no way around this. This was your fate. This was what you were born to do and your only use as a princess.

The trip towards the east kingdom was long enough to require staying overnight at a formal hotel. There was an upcoming small town that belonged to the east kingdom which was were you would stay for the night. The last night of the life as you knew it. The last night you would spend with your knight.

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You watched the stars out of the spacious balcony of the luxurious hotel you were staying at. You could see Rengoku near the stables, settling the horses of your carriage down for the night. He was so gentle with the horses. Offering them small smiles and pets as he spoke to them. Most likely telling the horses sweet words as if they were puppies. You couldn’t help but smile at that. It made you realize that whoever Rengoku ended up with, he would be nothing but loving and gentle towards them. How envious you were of that person. Slight guilt built up in your gut as you realized you basically took advantage of him. As his superior there was no way he could deny your requests without fear of retaliation. You made a mental note to apologize to him before arriving at your destination.

Once you changed into your nightgown, you tried to settle beneath the covers and enjoy the last night you had for yourself, but the room felt dark, cold and lonely especially in the giant lone luxury bed you were in. The heavy armored steps outside your door let you know that Rengoku had returned from the stables into his assumed position, and you were debating whether to ask him to join you in bed.

Of course, there was no ill intent behind your request. You just wanted these feeling of loneliness to go away.

As if he read your thoughts, there was a knock on the door before his deep voice asked if he could come in.

“Just checking if you have anything out of the ordinary to report. Although we are on the high end of town, it does tend to attract thieves.”

“Can I request one last thing from you? You know, before our journey ends tomorrow?” You interrupted, your mind too preoccupied to acknowledge what he was saying.

“Anything my princess.”

“Can you lay with me? It is a chilly night and I don’t feel the fireplace warming up the room enough.” You requested shyly, your eyes not able to meet his amber ones as you were sure your cheeks were flushed. This was not the worst thing you’ve requested from him, so you weren’t sure why you were acting this pathetic.

“As you wish.” He bowed slightly. A sign of the respect and admiration he still had for his princess.

Before joining you, he began to take off his armor, revealing a white long sleeve dress shirt along with black trousers. The shirt fit loosely around his torso, a deep v-cut showing off his perfect chiseled chest. Your hands ached to feel his body under your fingertips. As much as you invited him in with good faith, you couldn't help the filthy thoughts that clouded your mind.

Little did you know, he felt the same way too. The way your nightgown clung to your body in a way that your usual dresses failed to do, leaving nothing to the imagination. Not to mention your cute messy hair that was usually in a neat and elegant style. All these factors made him want to defile you, but you were the princess. You were royalty, and he believed you shouldn’t be requesting things like this from a commoner like him.

You scooted over leaving a generous amount of space between you as to not make him feel uncomfortable, and as much as you wanted to reach out to him and feel him underneath your fingertips, you turned away from him acting indifferent.

However, as you were trying to drift off into sleep, you felt him close the space between you and drape an arm over your hip.

“You stated you were cold, I cant let my princess suffer like that.”

Your heart leaped every time he called you ‘his princess’. It was a warm fuzzy feeling that spread across your chest which you’ve never felt before. It made you nuzzle against him, cherishing the feeling of his warmth that you might never feel again.

With how comfortable you felt, you began to drift off again, that is until you felt something hard poking your lower half. You weren’t as clueless as to not know what it was. He believed you were fast asleep with how your chest softly rose and fell, so he let his mind wander and delve into those lewd thoughts of his which immediately made his cock ache from how hard it was.

You didn't dare move, enjoying the way he was rubbing slowly against you. His breathing became shallow and low whimpers would leave his mouth here and there. The noises he was making made wetness pool between your legs. You were aching to feel more, aching for him to cloud your mind and make you forget all your problems like he always does.

He felt pathetic, but he couldn’t control his body. He felt like a dog, but you were just so soft and warm. The desire was unbearable unlike anything he’s ever felt in his life.

You knew it was wrong, but your body moved on its own. You rubbed your ass against him making him let out a painful wince.

“Princess… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

You interrupted him by turning around and crashing your lips into his. It was a heated kiss full of desperation and desire. Teeth clashed against each other as you took control of the kiss. Your tongue dancing with his as your hands held unto his face desperately, as if you were afraid he would disappear.

“I need you my knight.” You whined against his bruised lips. A string of saliva connecting your mouths.

It was as if a switch had flipped. Any thoughts of future consequences were shoved deep into his mind and all he could focus on was your lustful gaze and how soft and warm your body felt against his. You belonged to him for tonight while he has always been yours.

His hand came up to your face. His rough thumb caressing your flushed cheek. He looked at you with so much adoration as if he were staring at a deity. “Then use me as you please, my princess.”

That was your cue as you closed the space between you again. Your hands roamed his muscular arms and broad chest while he still seemed hesitant to touch you, but he was just afraid he would loose control and take over. You were his superior, so you were in charge. Desperate to feel him, you guided his hand under your nightgown and towards your chest. His large hand engulfed the soft mound making a soft moan escape your lips. The way his fingers pinched and groped your breasts was making the ache between your legs unbearable.

“Please… I need more.” You whispered against his lips, begging for some relief.

“Anything for you, my love.” He began to place kisses against your cheeks trailing down your jaw and neck just to stop briefly by your chest. He nuzzled your right breast, taking your clothed nipple into his mouth while he pinched your left breast. It was almost as if he was teasing you since you couldnt stop the way your hips lifted trying to obtain some sort of friction.

He felt comfortable enough now to worship your body properly without the fear of being caught lingering in the back of his mind. He wanted to take his time exploring every inch of your body, since he never had the chance to before, but seeing the way you desperately sought relief made him take pity on you.

You soon felt his breath against your clothed pussy making you shudder. God, how he had missed your pussy. If it were up to him, he would be tongue deep in your pussy for hours. Your wetness had leaked and formed a Heavy wet patch on your lacy panties. He couldn’t stop himself from licking a stripe along your clothed wet slit. You tasted so divine that it was almost intoxicating. He was like a man who had been wondering the desert for days before finally having a sip of water.

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath before ripping your underwear off of you making you yelp. Without missing a beat, his mouth enclosed around your clit as he softly began to suck. Your thighs trembled around him as you moaned, finally being touched exactly where you wanted. Soon the room was filled with lewd wet sounds that didn’t fail to turn you own even more.

“Such a good boy.” You whined into your hand trying to keep your moans low.

“Tasty… you’re so tasty… so sweet..” his incoherent babbling filled the air. The first time he’s ever been vocal while you performed these sinful acts. He would usually stare at your face as he lavished your folds, but this time he was entranced with the way your tight wet cunt would swallow his fingers. He loved seeing the way your hole would clench around his fingers the closer he drove you to your release.

“Use your mouth more.” You shuddered. Your sentence coming out more demanding than you intended, but either way he was eager to comply, moaning as his mouth encircled your throbbing clit.

Once he felt your thighs tighten around his head as you released around his mouth, he couldn’t help but to desperately fuck himself into his wrist. Your praises and the way you moaned his name making his cock throb. It was almost painful how desperately he wished to be inside you.

As if you read his thoughts, your hands cupped his cheeks as you dragged him up to your face for a deep messy kiss. “Put it in. Please put it in.” You whined desperately against his lips.

Those words were enough to cloud his judgment and to silence the voice in the back of his head screaming about the consequences.

“As my princess desires. I am yours to command.” He moaned against your cheek. His lips leaving sloppy wet kisses down your jaw and neck. He quickly rose to remove his dress shirt, but too desperate to remove his trousers.

He was mindful of your virginity as he slowly and steadily guided the head of his cock through your weeping hole. Your legs immediately clenching around his hips due to the painful sting. Your wincing pulled at the strings of his heart.

“Shhh… I know my princess. It’ll feel better I promise.” He kissed and nibbled on your lips as a way to distract you from the pain. Oh how hard it was trying to not just slam into you. Your tightness causing whimpers and moans to escape from his lips.

“So tight princess… all for me.” He babbled. His eyes hazed over with lust at the way your squirmed and twitched beneath him.

The pain began to slowly subside as the stretching of his cock began to cloud your mind with pleasure.

“Mmm… faster.” You commanded breathlessly as your soft hands roamed his hard body. You loved the way his muscles felt under your touch, hard and contracting every where you roamed.

His hips began to roll faster, filling the room with sinful squelching. The slap of skin on skin grew louder and you feared the sounds could be heard by other patrons down the hall.

He whimpered and moaned against the crook of your neck, trying his best to keep quiet. You felt so heavenly around his cock and all he could think about was to fill you to the brim with his cum.

“My beautiful princess… ah~ I want you to carry my babies.” The pleasure became so unbearable that he had to close his eyes. Just seeing your beautiful flushed face with your swollen lips and disheveled hair was enough to make him want to cum. Not to mention the way your innocent looking eyes locking with his made him feel.

“I would love to carry your children my handsome knight.” That was all he needed to hear to release deep inside you as his moans filled the room. The strange feeling of his warmth inside was enough to make you join him in that high. Your legs trembled at his sides as you clenched the sheets beneath you. This was much more intense than when he used his mouth.

He collapsed next to you, shoving his sweaty golden locks out of his face. Any timidness that lingered quickly disappeared as you craved that high again.

“Awww… don’t tell me my knight is spent already.” Came your taunting voice as you crawled up his lap. You rubbed your juices along his softening cock which immediately became rigid at the sensation of your cum dripping down his shaft.

“You told me I could use you for my pleasure, and I’m not done yet.” There was a new malicious look of lust glazed over your eyes that ignited the fire within his core again.

“Let me worship you like you deserve.” His heart stopped as he watch you remove your robe. The fireplace reflected the slight sheen coating your beautiful body. He swore he had died and gone to heaven. This couldn’t be real. There was no way you were about to sit and bounce on his cock.

“Fuck… you don’t have to do this. I’ve defiled you enough, my sweet.” His hips betrayed his words as he thrusted himself between your folds.

You made him shut up as you shoved yourself down his length in one swift move. Both of your moans filling the room. Any concerns about being heard long forgotten. His cock stretched you so deliciously that it was addictive. It made you wish you could have his cock deep inside you all the time.

His throbbing tip hit your g spot perfectly that with each bounce, it drove you closer to the edge. Yet, you didn’t miss the way he trembled and whimpered beneath you. He was so blinded by pleasure and he demonstrated it by balling his fists into the sheets, anything to keep him grounded to reality.

“I… I want you to fill me up again… Kyojuro.” You felt so close, but you didn’t want to climax before feeling him coat your tight he walls.

He groaned hearing his name roll so sweetly from your pretty mouth. It was enough for him to sit as he held you so tightly he shoved you down on his cock as deep as he could before releasing inside you. He moaned breathlessly against your ear leaving opened mouth kisses wherever he could reach.

There was something about watching this man come undone beneath you. There’s nothing like seeing your powerful, indomitable warrior reduced to a whimpering wreck as he loses himself in you. It’s a power which omly served to intensify your climax.

You felt your orgasm drip down your thighs and dirty the trousers he never took off.

“I love you… my beautiful princess.” His confession made your heart still. All the thoughts of your responsibilities rushed back and hit you like freight train. All you could do was remain silent as you held onto him. Not knowing what to do or what to say.

He felt as if he overstepped his boundaries, but he couldn’t stop himself from uttering his next sentence.

“Let’s run away together.” He muttered against your neck making you shoot up in surprise.

“I’ll look after you. I’ll provide for you. If you’re with child I’ll look after both of you.”

You remained speechless.

“It may not be the lavish life you’re accustomed to, but I promise I’ll take care of you.” He kissed your cheek and forehead. His kisses just dripping with the affection he had for you.

You really did not want to go through with the arranged marriage. You wanted nothing more than to remain by your knights side, but what about your kingdom?

Well it’s not like you came from a loving family, but you couldn’t help but still feel guilty. Not to mention you would probably end up executed once your future husband finds out that you are no longer pure.

“I love you too, Kyojuro.” You held his face so softly as you brought him in for a soft kiss. A kiss where you just poured all your emotions for him. No one had ever made you feel the way he did. His heart fluttered at your actions.

He chuckled against your lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up and let’s get the hell out of here, my love.”

——

Running away with Kyojuro was the best decision you could’ve ever made. You both ended up at his family’s farm which was secluded deep in the woods at the base of a mountain, away from either kingdom. It was located on an elevated hill that was covered in beautiful sunflowers in which, once you reached the top, gave a beautiful view of the mountains. It was secluded enough from the nearest village that no one would ever think of looking for you there.

You doubted anyone would try to look for you anyways. Kyojuro made sure to make the carriage seemed like it was attacked and ransacked before setting it on fire. He also made sure to leave his weapon and his armor damaged enough that it made it seem like he did not survive the attack.

Word from the nearby village, according to Rengokus family, was that your father blamed the other kingdom for your disappearance and declared war on them. Even though the other kingdom denied the accusations, your father had made up his mind and nothing could change his views. He was a stubborn man who believed you would never run away from your duty. Not to mention the state he himself found the carriage. It just helped seal any doubt he had.

But you could care less about what your family was up to.

Kyojuro had introduced you to his parents along with his little brother. To say you were shocked by how similar the Rengoku men looked was an understatement. And if his family recognized you, they didn’t say a word. The story Kyojuro had told them was that he had met you in the nearby town your castle was located in and that it was love at first sight. Neither you or his family doubted that part of the story.

His family accepted you with nothing but love and open arms. And as the years went by, they became the family you never had. You had grown close with his mother who taught you everything she knew from cooking to baking to house chores.

Of course, Kyojuro would never let you lift a finger when he was around. As much as you protested, he promised to keep treating you as a princess and that’s what he was going to do as long as you were by his side.

Eventually, he along with the help of his father, ended up building a small cottage on the other side of his family’s property, and when Kyojuro had decided that enough time had passed from your disappearance, he proposed and held a small wedding ceremony in the family farm where no one other than family and a small amount of close friends where invited. Not soon after his parents began asking for grandchildren. How you did not become pregnant your first night together will always be a mystery to you.

But eventually, you became pregnant multiple times throughout the years and gifted him four beautiful children. Three boys and one girl who were the spitting image of their father. Oh how you held a grudge against him for that.

However, no matter how much time passed, he never failed to make you feel as giddy as he did when you first met. He never broke his promise about treating you like a princess either. He would always do everything you said and always made sure you were content. He also never failed to thank you for choosing him and giving him a chance. He gave you a wonderful life where you knew nothing but peace, stability and love.

If you had the chance to do it all again, you would walk down the same path over and over again.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

This Love Left a Permanent Mark

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria (Whisperers Arc)

Warnings: Pregnancy discussion/issues, suggestive/sexual themes

Summary: Things are starting to feel domestic and you are enjoying every second of it with Daryl. It feels so easy until it isn’t.

A/N: Part three of this little thing I have going and can’t seem to stop. Part one is Help Me Hold Onto You and part two is I’ve Been the Archer, I’ve Been the Prey. There will be one or two more parts. Definitely one at least.

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It was moments like this you could almost forget that the world had essentially ended. The sun on your face. The wind, albeit frigid, in your hair. The crunch of snow beneath your boots. The view from the ridge was breathtaking and you couldn’t help but tilt your face toward the sky and close your eyes, just drinking it all in. Instances of peace had often been taken for granted before the turn. Now, they were everything. 

No sign of the whisperers for a while now. Your people were safe for the time being. The Kingdom had relocated, split between the other three communities. It meant more mouths to feed, more illness to treat, more shelter to build, but it meant more people. The communities would thrive with a little effort and a little time. 

As for you? You had everything. Your baby was growing strong in your belly. Your friends were safe. And your archer? You’d love to say he was hunting for food for Alexandria. But that would be a lie since you knew if you turned around, he’d be sitting somewhere nearby, watching you. He never let you out of his sight when you were outside of the walls. Normally, you’d be annoyed. But Daryl had missed so much time with you, so much of the pregnancy. What he was doing, you found endearing. 

Daryl was doing all he could for your people and you. He split his time between making sure you were doing as Siddiq recommended, spending a lot of time inside the walls. He helped with construction, mostly, but did just about anything that was asked of him so he could remain close to you. 

When Michonne or Carol could be with you, he would go hunting or on runs. But now that you were in the final weeks of pregnancy, he was a constant shadow. He had asked you to stay home today but he knew better. You had already ‘nested’ and finished the baby’s room— meaning he finished it while you sat in the rocking chair and gave instructions. Now you needed air. You’d be within the walls for a while after the baby came, so you took any opportunity to roam while you still could. 

“You’re not sneaky.” You smiled, keeping your eyes straight ahead as you waded through the snow to the treeline. You saw him step out from the corner of your eye. 

“Wasn’ tryin’ ta be.” He fell in step with you easily, considering you waddled more than walked these days. “Ya feelin’ okay?”

“I wouldn’t be out here if I didn’t, Daryl.” You weaved your arm through his. “I didn’t go far, like I promised.”

“N’ I kep’ a eye on ya, like I promised.” He countered, earning your elbow to his ribs. “Ya gotta stop in ta see Siddiq on the way home.”

“I know. Are you coming with me?” You already knew the answer but hearing him say it always made your heart flutter. 

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

That night found you and Daryl sitting in front of the fire, Dog sprawled out under your propped up feet. The archer cleaned his bolts, glancing over at you every few moments. He failed to hide the curl of his lip. There was a jar of peanut butter on one side of your rounded belly, a jar of pickles on the other, and a small bottle of hot sauce sitting between your breasts. You were happily crunching away at your favorite snack when you caught his eye. 

“You really should try it before you knock it, sir.” You swirled a pickle in the peanut butter and shook a little hot sauce over it before holding it out to him. Daryl reared back as if it was threatening to bite him. 

“Nah. S’okay. Had a big supper.”

You tilted your head and chuckled. “I made your dinner, Daryl. I know what you ate and it wasn’t that much.” You waved the snack back and forth. “Come on, just one bite. Your baby loves it! They’re kicking up a storm.”

That had his attention. 

“Righ’ now?” He asked, his eyes lighting up while the rest of his expression remained stoic. 

“Yep. And if you take one bite, I’ll give you unrestricted belly access.” He had that anyway, and he knew it. But after the rocky patch the two of you had gone through, the man would walk barefoot over a bed of hot coals to see you smile. 

“Fine.” He drawled, placing his bolts on the table. He rounded it and came to sit by your hip, moving the peanut butter out of the way. When you brought the pickle close to his mouth, he moved his head back, earning a raised brow from you. “M’gonna do it. Just… preparing muhself.” It took another 3 minutes before he finally opened his mouth.

You quickly shoved the pickle spear in, nearly gagging him. “Now you know how that feels.”  He took hold of the end and bit it half, handing the other half back to you with a sarcastic sneer. You thought he’d make a comeback of some sort but then he started chewing and you watched his face morph into something desperate. Was he turning green? “Okay, okay! Spit it out!” You laughed and tried to get up to aid him, but your stomach wouldn’t allow for it. Daryl was already dashing toward the downstairs bathroom anyway. 

You could hear him spit and then the tap started, he gargled, and the cycle went on three more times. All the while, you smothered your laughter behind your palm. “I’m sorry, Daryl!” He emerged with his tongue still out, looking as if he may scrape it with his nails. 

“How can ya stand tha’?” 

“It’s so yummy!” You placed the lids on everything and he took them to the kitchen. When he came back, he stopped short and leaned against the doorframe, watching you try and fail to get up from your spot on the couch. “Okay, little bean, I think it’s almost time to serve up an eviction notice!”

“Lil’ bean, huh?” He smirked when you gave him a pleading look and did a grabby hand motion. 

“Help, I’m a whale and I can’t get up.”

“Y’ain’t no whale.” Daryl took your hands and helped you stand, looking over you with the fondest smile while you continued to list off the things pregnancy had done to your body. “Tha’s enough’a that.” With a large hand now splayed across your belly, he bent to press his lips to your neck, smiling when goosebumps rose under his attention. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Daryl.”

“Don’ worry, sunshine. M’gonna make sure ya finish.”

You still couldn’t believe Daryl had asked Siddiq if sex was safe at this point in the pregnancy. When the medic had told him that it was actually encouraged, well… you didn’t get much sleep last night. 

You woke up sore, a dull throb between your legs and a periodic ache in your lower back. Daryl would only give you that sly grin when you’d pout at him. That is, until you asked to go hunting with him. 

“Nah.” He shook his head and looked back down to the bag he was packing. 

“Come on! It’s only a few miles out. We won’t go further than that.”

“No. Yer gon’ stay here and Carol’s gon’ come check on ya.” The archer accepted some bread and cheese in a container, noticing there was enough for both of you but not commenting on it. “I’ll take a radio. Anything happens, I can be back in less than a hour.”

“We can both take radios and make sure Carol has one. If anything happens, which it won’t, we won’t be far enough out for a problem.” You handed him two canteens of water. 

“No.” When he grabbed the straps to shoulder the pack, you placed your smaller hands over his. Daryl sighed and met your gaze. 

“Please, Daryl. My hormones are going nuts and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if you are away from me right now.” An image of Daryl leaned flush against your back, thrusting into you from behind in slow, languid movement flashed behind your eyes and you almost moaned. You weren’t lying. You needed to be near him today. With an exaggerated sigh, you dropped your hands to your belly. “If you let me go with you today, I promise I won’t leave these walls again until the baby is at least 6 weeks old and I’m all healed up and given the okay from Siddiq.” 

Daryl froze, his eyes narrowed. “Ya promise that?”

“Yes.” 

It was obvious that he was really thinking about it, those pretty blue eyes flicking from your face to your stomach and back. 

“Fine.” The bowman rolled his eyes at your adorable little victory dance but smiled just the same. “But ya pack ev’rything ya might need in my bag. Ya don’ carry nothin’ but yer weapons n’ a radio. Ya stay righ’ with me, no wanderin’ off.” You were nodding enthusiastically, waiting for him to finish so you could get ready. With another roll of his eyes, he waved you off. “G’on.” 

And you were off in a rushed waddle so adorable that he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

You took a deep breath of the fresh air, spreading your arms as you walked just behind Daryl. He kept his pace slow so that you could keep up. You intended to do everything he had asked of you. Neither of you needed any more stress with the impending birth just around the corner. You just wanted to enjoy this day with him and then you would keep your promise and stay home. 

Dog stayed right at your side, whining quietly and sticking his nose into your palm. “You want pets?” You obliged with a skritch behind his ear. “You should be helping daddy hunt, lazy bones.”

“Ain’t his daddy.” Daryl huffed, stopping to look over the ground for tracks. 

“Are so. And I’m his mama.” You stated matter-of-factly, shooing the canine toward Daryl. He seemed reluctant but followed the command. With a moment to rest, you pressed your hands into the small of your back and shuffled over to a log to sit down heavily. “You did a number on my back last night, Mr. Dixon.” The smug expression he wore did not go unseen. “Maybe you can do it again. Soon.”

When he looked at you questioningly, he found you eyeing him with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. “Ya mean now?”

You nodded. “I mean right now.”

“Ain’t fuckin’ ya in the snow. Yer pregnant.”

“Never said in the snow.” You jerked your chin toward the right, over his shoulder, where a little cabin sat seemingly abandoned. “We’ve been on this trail a million times. No one lives there.”

Daryl drummed his fingers on his thigh for a moment while scrutinizing the small structure. Once he stood and started walking toward you, you pouted. The look on his face said you weren’t getting what you wanted. The archer kneeled in front of you, cupping your face with a gloved hand. His bare thumb rubbed across your jutted-out bottom lip. 

“When I getcha home, I’ll fuck ya til ya can’ walk but s’not safe to do it like this.” His hand lowered to rub the side of your belly. “Not like this.” 

His soft voice. The way he was looking at you. The way he loved and protected your baby before they were even born. You nodded, smiling at him with tears in your eyes. The desire that had been building was gone and now you just wanted him to hold you. “At least kiss me?” 

“Never hafta ask fer that.” He stood but remained bent at the waist so you didn't have to adjust at all. He wouldn’t risk you being uncomfortable. You sighed against his mouth, parting your lips for his tongue to dip in and taste you. Too soon, he pulled away, pressing one more kiss to your mouth and then your forehead. When he straightened, he offered you a hand, knowing you’d never get off that log by yourself. 

With a chuckle, you accepted. Back on your feet, the two of you continued on the trail. 

An hour passed. You were at the end of the area he’d chosen to hunt in today, not wanting to go more than a few miles away from Alexandria. You had chatted and laughed and he’d look around an area while you stopped for a rest. It was a great day. Except for the periodic, nagging back pain that continued to worsen. Now when it happened, it felt like the muscles in your abdomen were seizing up. 

“We can circle ‘round. See wha’ we find over there before headin’ back.” Daryl wasn’t looking at you while he spoke but he did when you didn’t answer, finding you leaned against a tree with your head tilted and a perplexed expression on your face. “Y’alrigh’?”

“Huh?” You quickly looked up, finding him and Dog watching you. “Oh! Yeah. I’m good. Just needed a minute.” You straightened slowly and when nothing happened, you smiled. “Ready!”

You kept up pretty well considering the worsening pain. When it began to force you to stop and breathe, you knew it was time to say something. But before you could even open your mouth, you felt a pressure you didn’t know was there just release and your pants were suddenly drenched. Oh shit. 

“Um…Daryl.”

“Yeah?” He didn’t look up from the tracks he was studying, but did shoot a sidelong glance at Dog when the canine began to whine in earnest. “The hell’s wrong with you?” Dog laid down but continued to whine. 

“Daryl, don’t panic.”

He instantly felt panic, a vibrating anxiety in his chest before he even turned around. You were standing with your hands on each side of your belly, your light maternity jeans soaked. Now, logic told him that there were two things that could have happened. Before he could say anything, you doubled forward with a pained expression, breathing hard through your nose. “Fuck.”

“I think…we need the radio now.”

After radioing ahead, Daryl hoisted you up and carried you through the woods toward home. What Siddiq was certain were contractions were now steadily becoming more painful in your abdomen while the pain in your back dulled. 

“Daryl.” You whined, unable to do anything else. 

“I know. S’gon be okay. I gotcha.” 

You breathed through each episode like Carol had taught you. It didn’t alleviate the pain but it did help you focus. And when something changed, you knew it. 

“Daryl.”

“Yeah?”

“Where’s that cabin?”

“‘Bout a quarter mile ahead. Why?”

“Go there.”

His steps slowed enough to be able to look at you while you breathed through another contraction. He was terrified to ask but he knew he had to…

“Why?”

You took one more deep breath and looked at him with more fear in your eyes than he’d ever seen before. 

“This baby is coming now.”

[chibi-celesti]

Time for Your Tune Up(Silver Vanrouge)

A/N: The setting for this one takes place around Book 07(specifically Lilia's Dreamscape). Warnings: Innuendo implications leading Gen! Lilia to go sudden dad mode post Malleus’s Overblot. Sebek denying his presence voyeurize Silver and Yumei while making sure Grim is comfortable.

~TFYTU~

“Oi! You there, human!”

“H-hai, Lilia-sama!” Sebek saluted the General. Or rather as much as he could while holding Grim.

“What are you doing standing outside the camp border?” He narrowed his eyes. “If you are trying to plan something, I will cut you down.”

“It's not that sir. My comrades Silver and Yumei needed to take care of urgent matters, so I'm just keeping an eye out so that they return safely.”

“Is that so…” He fixed his gaze to the forest around their encampment, a nagging feeling in the back of his skull.

“Eh?” Sebek began to paint as he saw Lilia take off into the woods. “Lilia-sama, wait!”

“Aaaaand he's gone…” Grim slouched before taking off behind the Bat fae, with the other first year catching up. “Way to go, Dingus! Look what you did!”

“Me!?”

“Yeah, you! Lilia's gonna ruin the procedure, no thanks to you!”

“Well it's not my fault that the human was failing ill!”

“He can't help that he was born that way!”

The two's running and arguing was silenced as a hand grabbed both by the collar and into a bush. Hands covered their mouths as Lilia glared at them. His eyes ordering them to hush. Grim muffled under the hand to let him go until his ears twitched as he heard the sound of a groan. On reflex, he flattened his ears and curled into Lilia's lap a bit.

‘What was that?’ The half fae thought.

On the other side of their location, Silver loomed over Yumei. The latter had his arms wrapped around his shoulders, hiding his face as he waited for the other to start. “Sorry. I'm really nervous right now.”

“It's ok,” Silver said, gently rubbing circles on Yumei's hip with his thumb. “I'll be gentle, promise.”

“Ok…”

The silver haired boy pushed the Life Extending Agent into the other's back. He felt the hold on his neck tighten, but it didn't deter him from stopping. Remembering how his father used to whenever he was hurt, Silver whispered words of comfort to the younger male. “It's ok. You'll be ok.”

Tears pricked at his eyes. “I'm sorry.” He whined in response.

The last of the Agent disappeared inside Yumei. The tension in his body slowly disappeared, and he loosened his arms on Silver's neck. He felt him lightly press their foreheads together; aurora eyes gazing down at red and blue eyes. “Thank you, Silver. I didn't think I would be affected this way in the dream world.”

“It's fine. I'm happy to have helped.”

…

From their location, Sebek, Grim, and Lilia were still hiding. Grim had moved his paws off his ears and sighed. “Ah. Finally, they're done. I doubt I'll ever get used to Yumei getting his procedure.”

His fellow first year's face was red as a tomato. He hated how his brain worked against him, wanting to reprimand them for the noises. But he also didn't want to admit the… ‘things’ his mind jumped to listening to them.

And Lilia, was oddly quiet.

“Lilia-sama, are you ok?”

“...”

“Lilia…you good?”

“...”

Later, post Malleus’s Overblot:

This must be what criminals felt being interrogated. Sweating bullets, clammy palms, alot of fidgeting.

Yumei feels like he'd face trial way better with Riddle, or anyone else really cause the ominous gaze the former war general gave him would've killed him on the spot. He didn't know why he needed to see him after everything that happened, and he really wished he turned him down.

He swallowed down the huge lump in his throat before speaking. “Hey, Lilia-senpai.”

“Yumei-kun.”

“Um. If this is about Tsunotarou-”

He hears him laugh. “No, its not. Though I assure you his recovery is going well. I do hope you get to meet him again soon.”

“Yeah. But, uh. I don't think that was the only thing you wanted to talk to me about was it…”

A not so subtle grin colored the Bat Fae's lips. “While it is a bit faint, Silver had helped you in your time of need. Is that correct?”

“With my Procedure? Yes,” Yumei answered.

“And you trusted him with your life?”

“Yes.”

“And he is aware of what Fate awaits you in a few decades?”

“...Yes.”

“Hmm,” He folded his hands on the table, focusing his gaze into heterochromia eyes. “Well, then there's only one thing I wish to say.”

“Yes?”

“Please take care of Silver, even if I were to pass on before you.”

He was so caught off guard Yumei didn't think he'd heard that correctly. “Huh?”

“I give you my blessing to be with my son. And, I will allow Silver to help you til you disappear from this word as well.”

“Th-thank you, Lilia-senpai!” He quickly bowed.

“Not at all, Yu-kun. You can thank me again after your honeymoon.”

“HONEYMOON?!?!?!”

[hopelessromantic5]

Another Merthur drabble, this one a tad happier.

It had been an innocent touch. One that Merlin, for all his worries, thought he had gotten away with.

Honestly, it wasn’t even a thought, it was an instinct.

Arthur was preparing to step out of their tent and take on four men at once, ‘a show of strength’ Uther said. This was ‘The Tournaments to end All Tournaments’.

Merlin thought it was stupid and reckless. Especially for a man, a King no less, to voluntarily throw his own son into the mix. But that was Uther, he supposed.

Still, it worried Merlin. This wouldn’t be the first time a foe disguised himself as a knight to attempt the murder of his Prince.

That won’t be happening, as far as Merlin is concerned. Over his dead body.

Arthur watches him now, as he buckles the last straps in his armor. Merlin only looking up to meet sparkling blue eyes as he hands over the Prince’s sword. Merlin knows this will not be the sword he wields, once and forever. No, that sword was lying safely at the bottom of a lake, with Freya. At least, he felt some relief in that knowing.

Still it hurt Merlin’s heart to think he could not gift it to Arthur now, when he needs its strength the most.

“What’s wrong? Not worried are you?”

Merlin snaps back into himself. “I’m only worried about the dents I’ll have to bang out of this armor later.” The raven boy rolls his eyes, continuing the show they put on. Sometimes for their own amusement, sometimes to stay afloat in a sea of hopelessness.

“It won’t take me long.” The prince replies haughtily before turning back to Merlin. “I’ll try to keep your precious metal in perfect condition.”

Merlin knows he meants something else. He knows it is an unspoken promise to come back to this tent, no matter what.

“Let me just double check-“

“Merlin.” Arthur sounds exasperated but Merlin hears the fondness hiding just behind it.

“It’s just a double check, to make sure it all in place.” Merlin placates, stepping forward once more to look over the links and plates and layers that would be keeping his future from harm. Forgive him for wanting to be sure.

He ran his hands along the front, checking each crevice for any unprotected skin or limbs. He ran his hands down the length of Arthur’s arms. His right, protected by the same plates as his chest, his sword arm. His left remained just chain and cloth. Flexibility needed for the shield. Not that he expects Arthur to keep the shield in his hand for longer than two seconds anyway.

The horns blares announcing that the next bout will begin momentarily, Merlin realizes hurriedly ducking down, checking all the straps, not too tight, not too loose.

“Alright. You’re ready.” Merlin says, not fully feeling it.

Without thinking, he brings both hands up to cradle Arthur’s face, for just a moment. He feels soft skin, a sharp jawline for only a heartbeat, breifly meeting ocean eyes, before shoving Arthur out of the tent flaps and hoping that he didn’t get killed or maimed.

Merlin doesn't realize what exactly he has done, until two days later.

Of course, Arthur is victorious, despite Merlin’s worries about Sir Theron having ill intentions.

Therefore, the celebratory feast is in his honor.

Merlin may complain and berate Arthur about his head getting too big, but in reality, there is no one else in the kingdom that deserves the honor more than the Prince. He does more work in the castle, for the citizens, and just in general, than Uther has ever done in his life. Arthur isn't yet twenty one. He is Head Knight, he trains squires and deals with grain reports to ensure they are 'done properly'. He never turns away a citizen that comes to him for help, and he will always stand up for the innocent, even if it means his own punishment.

It's a lot to put on any one man, so yeah, Merlin would say he deserves a feast. At the very least. Merlin doesn't even make any jokes about Arthur getting round at the waist, both of them knowing well that the Prince is in excellent shape.

Merlin stands behind Arthur, attending him, as he always does. And subtly listening in on he and Morgana's whispers about their guests.

It was a single second between Merlin looking toward the rest of the room filled with people, and Sir Theron standing from his place, quick as lightening, and sending a dagger sailing through the air towards Arthur's head.

Oh gods, not this again. Merlin thinks. Just before his instincts can kick in and wordlessly move the knife three inches to the left in midair, something… strange happens.

The dagger makes it about two feet from the Prince before completely disolving into…sand? Merlin wouldn't have beleived it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

It wasn't he that did this. At least…he didn't think so… Oh no.

Oh no oh no ohnoohnoohno. It's all that he can think as everyone in the room stands frozen, apart from the knights of camelot that jump to grab Sir Theron and throw him in the dungeons.

Even Theron himself doesn't fight it, too stunned at the fate of his terribly thought out murder scheme.

"Father, may I… be exused?"

Uther is almost in a trance looking down at the pile of sand on the high table. "Of course. Go. Rest. You did well today."

Merlin could almost scoff. The man doesn't even look his son in the eye whilst giving him the barest amount of affection that any human could possibly manage. Arthur has almost been hurt or killed more than once because of these stupid tournaments, and all Uther can say is 'You did well."

Merlin doesn't know his father, but he surely must be better than Uther could ever attempt.

Arthur makes his way out of the Great Hall, sending Merlin a look that conveys the Prince wants him to follow.

He does. Reluctantly.

Oh gods. What does he know? What is Arthur going to do? Will Merlin be dead by sunrise? Surely not…right?

They finally, painfully find themselves in Arthur's chambers and it is deadly quiet. Only the night's summer breeze entering through the open window.

Arthur turns to him, and immidiately, with one look, Merlin knows. Merlin knows that he knows. The panic starts to set in and it must show because Arthur's face softens, infentesimely.

"Merlin." He says quietly. As if berating his magical manservant for not knowing that he wouldn't kill him on the spot if he found out.

Merlin can only helplessly shrug in response as a single tear slides down his face, expression unchanging. He might not be able to stop himself from crying but he would not sob. He would not lose himself that way, not in front of Arthur.

Arthur approaches slowly. While Merlin knows that he won't harm him, he appreciates the gesture.

"I assume that wasn't you, just now." The Prince says.

Merlin gasps inaudibly.

Arthur continues, as if he hadn't heard. "I mean it was you, but it wasn't. Not just now."

Merlin slowly nods. "I don't really know what that," he gestures towards the door, the outside world, "was. But I have a…hunch." The warlock looks down at his own feet, deeply ashamed.

"So do I." Merlin's head lifts at Arthur's words and finds him smiling. Like he knows something that Merlin doesn't. Then, he takes another slow step. "Do you remember a few days ago, just before my first round of the tournament, you were looking my armor over…"

Merlin hides his flushing face behind his hands, hoping to be swallowed up by the ground. "Yes. I remember." He whispers and then inwardly groans at how emotional and damning his words were.

"Well," The smug prat was still smiling, almost laughing to himself. "When you touched me, I saw your eyes flicker just for second. I'd have missed it if I wasn't already looking. You seemed not to have noticed. But I defintitely felt…a veil go over me. Like something was now standing between me and any threat I could face." Arthur stood a foot away, not looking away from Merlin for a second since they entered the room, his manservant was getting increasingly intimidated and red.

"But…" he thought for a moment. "The tournament, how did their swords not…"

"I don't beleive they ever got close enough."

Merlin rolls his eyes, out of habit. "Yeah, yeah, you're the greatest warrior there ever was," He scoffs. "I'm telling you, you don't watch that ego, it'll outweigh you. And that's really saying something."

Merlin nearly winces after he finishes speaking but jumps when Arthur starts laughing and shaking his head. "Gods, what am I going to do with you, Merlin? You insult me, you unintentionally save my life with magic in front of the king, and you seem to give no thought for your own head attatched to your shoulders." He sighs an exasperated sigh. Suddenly he's closing the distance, reaching out his hand's to cradle Merlin's face but, unlike him, Arthur does not pull away. "Promise me that you will be careful." He whispers, staring directly into Merlin's soul, magic and all.

"I will. But I cannot promise I won't use it, if it saves your life, even if I have to-"

A fire lights behind Arthur's eyes. "What? Even if you have to what? Burn for it?"

Merlin nods, strong hands still holding him in place.

"I'm not worth that, Merlin. It is not an equal trade, my life for yours. Not even close." The Prince's ire was turning to anguish. He now knew exactly how exposed and in danger Merlin was, just for existing.

"Don't ever say that to me." Merlin says this quietly, in their bubble, but his voice holds the conviction of a king, a god. "I would die a thousand times if it meant you survived. A world without you in it is not a world I can tolerate." Merlin goes to move away but Arthur etertwines his hands behind the raven boy's neck, holding him there.

"What about my quality of life, Merlin? Don't I get a say?" Their foreheads press together, they breathe each other's air.

"No. In fact, consider every decision you'll ever need to make, already made for you."

Arthur has to laugh. Partially because he knows Merlin is right. Maybe he's always known.

[ronunknown0413]

... I just thought of a new AU, and it is NOT apart or my main ones! It's inspired by many sources in the fandom but none the less! Hear me out!

Lucifer died in the final battle in season one instead of Sir Pentious(He is babygirl and I would love for him stay with his friends!), and his soul got reincarnated into a human! Now he is known as Luci Hoshiyasu(I would go for Magne, but I want be original and yes! I chose a Japanese name and he is half Japanese here, BITE ME),He was an orphan but he has quite the great talents, singing and dancing is one of them! He can dance many types of dances and sing many types of music genre that goes well with his dances! If he hears about a dance or music he never had done before, he will take the challenge and got it instantly!

This had caught the attention of the idol industry and they sought him out to join them as an Idol. Luci was skeptical at first but agreed to do so

Several years had past and Luci was a popular idol in the worldwide scale, Luci preformed many different music and dances which often keeps his fans on stance

Everything was great, until it wasn't... Luci has caught an unknown illness with unknown reasons by the time he was 26 years old, his manager tries to help hide it and find ways to cure him but Luci stops them and decided he has to retire, while he had loved his job, his fans, and his passion... He couldn't continue like this, even though it saddened him, he has found a purpose he fully enjoy and made him happy but he can no longer continue, not even when he's deeply ill

So, Luci retired and lived a normal and regular life with his former Manager, who we can call Genma(They/Them pronouns), to be his caretaker, they both have a parent-and-child sort of relationship, but right after he just retired, Luci also found out he was pregnant(He was biologically female but he Genderfluid, okay?), It scared the heck out of Genma and Luci, having a baby while also being terminally ill is a scary situation but Luci decided to keep the baby,

Despite the hardships of his illness, Luci gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Arthur Hoshiyasu, Both Genma and Luci tried their best to raise Arthur and it did pay off, Arthur is a kind, caring, and loving young man who is exactly like Luci but has a dominant aspect

Arthur has the talent of playing guitar, Like Luci, he can't play many different genres of music and sing them. Arthur dreamed of becoming a music artist like how their mother was as an idol (Luci is a mom, and you can pry it from my own dead hands!) which Luci wholeheartedly supported and so did Genma!

One day, Arthur was 21 years old, walking home from Music School to surprise his Mom and Grandparent(Genma) with his acceptance letter when he noticed a stranger secretly breaking into his home and sneaking to the garden where Luci and Genma were currently at, out of fear Arthur rushed to his home and found his grandparent dead on ground mother got stabbed by the stranger, and the stranger noticed him too, out of retaliation, the stranger attacked, Arthur does his best to fight back but got stabbed as well in the process, Both Luci and Arthur died from the blood loss and all they can do is smile at each other before resting in peace

By the time Arthur and Luci woke up... They were in hell! Which scared the heck of the mother and son, Genma wasn't there which meant they were in heaven!

They were unsin sinners in literal hell! Their sinner forms are overall angelic instead of demonic! Luci and Arthur did their best to survive and adapt, and by the time they learned how the hell hierarchy worked. They decided to start their dream careers, Luci restarted his path of being an idol and Arthur finally started his path of becoming a music artist and guitarist! They owned many souls, not out of need for power, but out of kindness and promise to keep them safe

Overtime, The two became known as "The Unsinned Musical Overlords", Luci is known as "The Unsin Idol Overlord" and Arthur is known as "The Unsin Singer Overlord", they had more influence and power than the oldest Overlords, they were like a refresher of air that could never, ever be turned back

Luci is happy of becoming an idol again and Arthur is happy to finally achieving his dream despite the circumstances,

Everything is going well! But that doesn't mean some old and familiar faces won't take noticed!

I hope you like my new AU idea! I would probably be working on it more in the future so feel free to ask questions if you're curious! As for the AU name... I'm calling it

OSHI NO KO in LITERAL HELL AU!

Eh, it's not the best, but I tried, yeah?

[scythesms]

After the strange incident with the children outside, Cecily gathered the courage to approach her father with an official request to allow them on a walk into town. She planned to approach him with greater resolve, but her determination waned after seeing the sullen state he was already in. 

“Will you ever allow us to leave?”

Lifting his eyes from the documents, Edmund expelled a sigh of exhaustion. “And if Elaine were to fall ill and then pass it to you and your brothers?”

“What if nothing happens? What if pollen makes her sneeze and that’s all?”

“You know I only do this for your safety. I don’t want to hear-”

“If we can’t go outside now, then when?” She interrupted him, her ascending to a high-pitched whine. “Soon?”

“I’ve answered you, Cecily. That’s the end of this.”

It didn’t take Cecily long after her father’s verdict to resume trying to wear down his stern exterior. Eventually, her occasional pleas became adamant and assertive. His refusals only agitated both of them. He didn’t feel the need to repeat and explain himself to a child, and she couldn’t stand being brushed aside. She wouldn’t take no for an answer - no matter how many she already received. 

“Why are you keeping us trapped here?” She cried while following him through the halls. 

Edmund’s eye twitched in irritation. “You aren’t trapped,” he lamented through clenched teeth.

“Elaine’s never left this house. She’s six! How is it fair? Alfred clears her for walks outside every time he visits, but you won’t listen! You don’t listen to what he says, and you don’t listen to what we want!” 

She walked in his wake as he entered the parlor, where Paul sat waiting for their scheduled discussion. Edmund, knowing Paul’s displeasure for children, tried to turn his daughter away, but she was relentless.

The decisive factor that diverted her from her tirade was Paul’s presence, which she swiftly used as an advantage. “What do you think, Mr. Day? Shouldn’t we be allowed out?”

Edmund shook his head and clicked his tongue at the young girl. “You are testing my patience. Don’t go bothering Paul, now. ”

“I agree with her, Sir.”

“Don’t call me-” Edmund paused in a moment of disbelief at his response and consideration of the fact that he did, actually, respond. 

Paul shrugged. “Your neighbors are whispering tales about this house being cursed. You’ve all been inside for far too long.” He went to great lengths to ignore Cecily’s smile fixed upon him. He realized he’d said too much and withdrew from the discussion. 

Edmund set his awe at Paul’s inclusion aside and returned his attention to his daughter. He convinced himself that keeping them inside for so long was for their safety and granted them enough knowledge and information that they wouldn’t want to leave. 

He thought of Elaine and her weak immune system, recalling her fits as a baby. He spent his nights by her bassinet while she cried for her mother who was too weak to cradle her. Then her mother and his beloved wife died, and he feared the sickness would take away his daughter, too.

Then he thought of Rosalyn and the promise he once made to her: Their children would live the lives they chose. He didn’t think the time would come so soon. They were still children… He wished Rosalyn had been there to make decisions with him, yet had she still been alive this particular decision wouldn’t burden them. 

A walk. Part of him felt guilty that that was all his children craved. A walk. He’d gone on more walks than he could imagine and had seen every corner of Windenburg from beside his parents, siblings, cousins, friends, aunts, and wife. His children longed for something so slight to him.

He considered it for the first time. A walk through town… That was all. 

He exhaled. “No one is to run off or walk too far ahead or behind. We do this together and we return home safe and sound. Should you behave, I’ll consider-.” 

Cecily didn't quite make out his exact words. A rush of excitement engulfed her when she realized his response was devoid of the word "No."

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[tonybicyclestark]

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Oh wow! This is going to be so much fun!!!!! I really like the idea and I am so excited for you and to see where it goes.

Umm I feel like I am spoiled for options there is so much I am curious about. Did they first meet at a conference? Or are we going back to childhood? Ooo I cannot see Stephen being calm about iron man yes tony stark no or well watching the love of his life handle a nuke through the wormhole....but on the flip side imagine tony freaked out of his mind not knowing if stephen is safe in the aftermath. This is going to be sooo good 😌 so so good

ok so you sent in many questions & scenarios, so ill answer them briefly first.

1. they meet right before IM1 at a medical conference/fundraiser and Stephen was volunTOLD to be there as punishment for something by Metro General and didn't want to be there initially.

2. Let's just say Tony never had the chance to even look at the report because Stephen deemed it not worthy of attention. Even years later, he will GO OFF about that report & Fury at the drop of a hat.

3. Stephen did NOT take the nuke thing lightly.

4. Tony constantly stressed about Steph just as much because Steph (even while being a civilian) wouldn't back down from facing whatever Tony was fighting with him. Here's a ficlet because the inspiration hit me:

"Sir, shall I call Doctor Strange?" JARVIS spoke softer than Tony had ever heard him say before. Tony's heart clenched painfully at the reminder that he's leaving Stephen behind. He'd promised his husband he wouldn't just die on him without telling him again. But he'd hoped he never had to make the call ever. Especially not so soon after the last time. Tony had only wanted more time. God how he wished they'd had more time. That clearly wasn't in the cards for them. He didn't want to make the call but he's promised. It was written into their vows and Tony was nothing if not true to his word, especially to Stephen. "Might as well." Tony stated simply, keeping the fear out of his voice. "Patch in directly to his watch-gauntlet J." Tony knew there was a chance Stephen might not pick up. But he only ever removed the watch gauntlet for surgeries and procedures, so Tony was banking on Stephen still having it on today in this chaos. The call rung for a few seconds as he put all his strength into making the turn up the side of the tower. Just as he almost clipped the building, the call connected, and Stephen's voice came through. "Tony?" Stephen asked quietly, almost as if he'd been holding his breath until then. Tony had never hated himself more than in that moment. He didn't want to say goodbye. "I never wanted to leave you behind. I'm so sorry Stephen" Tony bit out quickly. "Tony? Please don't do this." Stephen rasped. He must have known what Tony was preparing to do then. Tony counted his blessings that he didn't need to explain. "I have to baby. There's no other way. I love you so so much Stephen Strange-Stark." The portal grew closer. "I love you too Anthony Stark-Strange. Please come back-" The call cut off as Tony entered the portal, leaving New York far behind as he ventured into the abyss of space. He let go of the missile when he could no longer hold on, letting go of the only thing that had kept him moving. His eyes stayed locked on the scene before him for a brief few seconds until the ship exploded. With the phantom voice of his husband pleading for him to come home in his ear, Tony shut his eyes. With his last breath, he apologized softly for breaking promises he never should have made in the first place.

[totaldramacruisecontrol]

Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: SURF N' SHART!

CHALLENGE 7: - CABO SAN LUCAS “Welcome to Cabo San Lucas! Oh, I can taste those margaritas…. Anyways, today's challenge is going to be a surfing race! One person from each team will be on the board, and the rest of you will have to follow them on these state-of-the-art Chris McLean Jet Skis! Use the wake your skis make to keep your surfers going. And whoever makes it to shore first wins! I don't feel like listening to you all fight over the board, so I'm picking! Harold, Lightning- you're up!"

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LIGHTNING AND HAROLD SET OFF, CATCHING A LARGE WAVE. TEAMS, FOLLOW THEM! > The waves are roaring! The wakes of the jetski feeding it, it goes higher and higher as Lightning and Harold hang on! It looks like both of them are evenly matched! >Um.....Scott.....is that.....a dark shadow following you?.... > Suddenly, Fang leaps out of the water! With a mighty roar he clamps down on Scott's jetski! > Fang thrashed violently around, snapping and tearing about! > With the Tapirs distracted with Fang....Lightning's wave dies down and Harold takes the lead! > Both Courtney and Jo begin attacking Fang! > Brick pulls Scott onto his jet ski! The love square truly looks out for each other. > The Tapirs try to catch up, but it's not enough! Harold is way too far ahead! > Fang leaps up, this time landing on the back of Jo's jetski. The sudden weight change makes it rear up! > In the chaos, Harold loses it- giving Lightning enough time to catch up! It looks like it's a slight Tapir lead! (Harold is mostly burning to death. Because he's a vampire.) > The love square battles with Fang! > HAROLD BARELY NABS THE LEAD! THIS IS A CLOSE CALL! > It's looking like the Tapirs are getting back! Lightning takes the lead! But something lurks behind him... > WITH 204 POINTS FOR THE TAPIRS, AND 228 POINTS FOR THE BEAVERS, FANG CLAMPS DOWN ON LIGHTNING'S SURFBOARD, KNOCKING HIM OFF! HAROLD SAFELY MAKES IT TO SHORE! The Bawling Beavers take the win! > Alejandro, Amy, and Ripper immediately begin kicking sand at Harold the moment they reach shore in celebration! Awesome! > A few of the Tapirs are left with injuries! Ouch! Thank you, Fang!

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ELIMINATION: It was Topher who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame. ______________________________________________

A Masquerade in Cabo San Lucas! No one recognizes each other! How fun!

> Brick dances with Alejandro, and they don't recognize each other...at first. Alejandro realizes it's Brick after he's called "sir." The next time they meet in the club, Alejandro takes off his mask and...Brick gets violently ill. All over him. > Trent's sudden friendship with Amy turns into an attachment. Amy later has to break the news to him, that her persona wasn't real. She does this by calling him the fake name he gave her, Jeremy. > Ripper spills feelings to who he thinks is a total stranger. It's Lightning, actually. The same guy he was teasing just a few days before. They no longer appear to dislike each other. > During the party, Raj recognizes Wayne, but Wayne doesn't recognize Raj. Wayne starts talking about his best friend, and Raj thinks he's talking about someone else, and not him. He runs out and panics on the beach, but Wayne is able to locate and comfort him. Raj tells him that someone on the ship (Alejandro) said that his best friend would hurt him on purpose someday. ______________________________________________ > Wayne, Raj and Ripper have a hot tub moment together. Ripper gifts Wayne a bandana that he'd stolen from Harold. Neither of them know it was stolen. Raj scolds Ripper for kicking sand at Harold. The hockey bros make Ripper apologize. > Ripper does not want to apologize to Harold, but he does so anyways. They form an alliance. >Alejandro and Amy promise to share with each other who they spent the night with. Amy reveals it was Trent, and Alejandro doesn't share. He laughs at her. He later reveals it was Brick and he also gets laughed at. > Amy acts as a wingman for Trent and scores him a date at an arcade with Alejandro. Amy and Alejandro spend Trent's money and ignore him the entire time. He leaves and they don't even notice. > Jo and Brick kiss. Win! > Alejandro asks Lightning about his scars. Lightning refuses to answer what caused them and gets huffy, leaving his crush behind, who frankly does not care. > Ripper finally accepts that he has a crush on Wayne. He comes out to Raj first but doesn't tell him it's Wayne.

> Alejandro apologizes for kicking sand at Harold. He offers to do something for Harold. Reluctantly, he accepts, and gets Alejandro to buy him a nurse costume. He planned to wear it when taking blood from people so that he doesn't feel as weird about it. (I have to remind everyone that yes, Harold is a vampire.) Alejandro buys a doctor costume for himself and they both plan on stealing blood from a blood bank together. > Ripper finally breaks and admits to several lies he's told to Raj. Raj, in return, tells him about his fear of birds. He hadn't opened up to anyone about that yet. > Courtney and Jo finally confront Ripper about the miscommunication he had with Brick. Instead of talking it out first, Courtney starts wailing on him. She only stops when she accidentally calls him Duncan. He is left with injuries. ______________________________________________

The Alejandro Bartending Experience!

While Ripper usually ends up doing bar duty as punishment, Alejandro decides to volunteer and receives a matching uniform. > Scott discussed his sexuality. > Wayne discusses what Alejandro told Raj at the beginning, that Wayne would hurt Raj on purpose and that he should step away. Alejandro NEEDS Wayne gone. > Amy talked about a fight she had with Trent in the gift shop regarding the date. She was shoved. They totally hate each other now. And Trent called her "Duncan," just like Courtney did to Ripper. > Jo provides her side of the Ripper beat down. > Raj and Ripper talked about Ripper's crush. They don't say who. > Ripper, Harold, and Alejandro join their alliances together. > Alejandro brings his alliance with Amy and Ripper together. Amy and Alejandro promise to disappear together.

The teams are getting slimmer, and things are heating up! Romance, manipulation, and straight up cruelty. OUCH! Will Harold be able to snatch the blood he needs? Will Trent and Amy resolve their conflict? Will Wayne and Raj survive while Alejandro still peruses the ship? Find out next time on TOTAL! DRAMA! CRUUUIISE CONTROL!

[winterspiderpurrs]

"Sir, as per your protocol, I am to inform you that Peter is in great emotional distress. He is not in physical distress, I will keep a watch on his vitals"

Tony set his coffee cup down from where he stood in the kitchen with Steve, Bucky and Rhodey. He clears his throat " Thanks Friday, do you know what cause it with out invading his privacy"

" He recieved a phone call and an email from Mr. Osborn's solicitor and lawyers."

He made a face, raising his hand up wipe down his face. Its been a few months since the late Harry Osborn had passed away. He had finally succumb to his mysterious genetic illness. Tony didn't know all of the details but he knows that Harry and Peter were close. The final weeks before Harry passed Peter was at his bedside. The death of his friend devastated the young man. He looked over at Rhodey and then back at Steve and Bucky who both had a solemn look on their faces.

" Let the kid know if he needs anything to let me know. "

" Of course. Peter has informed me he will be in need of Ms. Potts and her publicity skills and possibly the team of lawyers you have on hand. "

" What.... Friday. Once Peter is well enough tell him to come talk. Whatever he needs he can have. But i will need to know whats going on"

" Peter has permissioned the access to his email for your review. A copy has already been sent to Ms. Potts"

Tony turns around and projected the email up in the air in a hologram. Everyone gathered close as they read the email. The shocked look on all there faces, Steve reaching out to hold Bucky's hand as his eyes filled with tears.

" Hey Pete,

If your reading this it means I finally kicked the bucket and the vultures at the company can't legally get away with what they want. And I'm sorry Peter. I wish we had more time and I could prepare you for this, it feels like only a few weeks ago instead of the last couple of years to when we reconnect. I was an ass. And your a mess Peter Parker, but you are my best friend. We have known each other for so long and no matter what we have gone through you stayed my friend even when I didn't deserve it. Your a good person, no fashion sense and those jokes? Horrible. But that makes you, you.

And before you say you dont deserve anything and this was never what you had in mind. Just listen to me for once. You deserve to live the life you deserve. I know I pissed off a lot of people with my will. But Peter if anyone deserves to run Oscorp, its you. Father always liked you, even after everything, he always wanted you helping the company. Even if you decide to sale it, I trust you will do good things, life changing things. I know money doesn't mean anything to you but you will finally be able to get new clothes that are NOT from a thrift shop cause thats just gross Pete.

And yes, you are entitled to this. When the accords happened, I told you I didn't trust Stark as far as I could throw him. He has done good by you now but in the beginning I was the one making sure you were safe. I promised you on your 18th birthday that I would always take care of you. And even though I'm not there. This is me fulfilling that promise.

And I'm sorry you are finding out this way. And I promise I would have fixed it if the time came but until then. Maybe it was me being selfish.

I never signed the papers of the annulment. I paid the judge off. We are still legally married.

Peter Benjamin Parker. I've been in love with you since we were 11. Took me a while to realize that I was jealous of your loving family, your smarts, how you didn't care about my money. I know I was being selfish when you turned 18 and would of needed to sign the accords. Nothing Stark could of done could of protected you. And when I realized this is when I could marry you? I jumped at the chance. My family had the money to protect you in a way Stark couldn't since he had no claims on you legally.

You made me the happiest I have every been when you agreed. We had a great few months together before Father found out and I pulled off the greatest fuck you ever to the family legacy. I know I had to tell you we had to separate. And I knew that it broke your heart but you were so worried about how the public would view me, the company that you signed and told me we could go back to being friends.

I'm glad for the time we had together. Even after we reconnect later, I had no hope of rekindling what we had before. My clock was ticking and I didn't want to hurt you even further. But I guess you were going to be hurt no matter what.

Peter Benjamin Parker you deserve all the love and happiness in the world. I'm glad I got to experience what it means to be loved by you "

[ask-alexander-feoc]

Back to the main FE:A Storyline lol

Soldier: Sire, a messenger from Regna Ferox.

"See them in at once" Chrom said

"At once, sir." The soldier replied. He sent them in.

Raimi: Prince Chrom, I come on behalf of Khan Regnant Flavia.

Chrom: Flavia? Well, this is a surprise. Is something amiss?

Raimi: I fear so, milord. The khan requests your presence at a summit as soon as you're able.

Chrom: What's happened?

Raimi: Our western neighbors of Valm are no longer acting so neighborly. The emperor, who they name the Conqueror, has launched warships against us.

Chrom: An invasion? Are you certain of this?

Raimi: Yes, milord. The khan hopes to meet with you in Ferox, if it please you.

Frederick: What do you make of this, sire?

Chrom: Ill business to be sure. Raimi, we will meet with Flavia at once...

Kathrine and Mia walk in.

"Chrom..." Kathrine said.

"I know what you're thinking, Kathrine, but we owe Regna Ferox a great debt. I must apprise myself of the facts there before deciding on a course of action." Chrom said.

"Nope, not what I was thinking. I was actually going to suggest we discuss strategy as we travel." Kathrine said smiling holding baby Lucina

"B-but Lucina is newly born! She needs her mother now." Chrom said worried.

"You told me House Ylisse has a tradition of wet-nursing. And you and Lissa turned out rather well from where I stand. Lucina is a strong child; she takes after her father. The Brand in her left eye proves it." She replied and Mia nodded her head in agreement.

"I'm not just worried about her. ...I'd worry about you as well." Chrom said

"All the more reason to keep me close at hand, no? Together we can be more than we can alone, remember?" Kathrine said

"Aw, let her come, Chrom! You could use her strategic thinking anyway."Lissa exclaimed

 "All right, Kathrine. Just promise to stay safe. Lissa and I had Emm of course, but we lost our parents when we were young. I want Lucina to grow up with her whole family around her." spoke Chrom

Kathrine replied reassuringly "As do I. You have my word."

[riahlynn101]

"Pandora's Box" (3).

Chapter 3

--

Yoichi is ill again. 

It’s wintertime, so it’s to be expected. Last winter, they’d been living at the base. The nurse on staff easily treated his illnesses as if they were little more than the common cold. Even now, Nisuke swears that the woman had some kind of healing quirk. 

Last winter, Nisuke took a couple of days off and took care of his then-boyfriend. He remembers burning the soup that he’d tried to make for Yoichi, and then the man still told him (with a smile on his face) that the concoction (that was hardly a soup anymore) was the best thing he’d ever eaten. Then they had cuddled, basking in each other’s warmth, and then-

Izuku blows a raspberry, sending spit everywhere. He sighs, patiently wiping the baby up. 

But this winter they have a baby to account for.

Not to mention less support, as taking Yoichi to the nurse at the base is out of the question and taking him to the hospital could very well result in him dying (and not from his illness). 

So, they decided it was for the best to let Yoichi rest up in their bedroom. He took a couple of days off, and he’s been carefully monitoring his husband while wearing a medical mask and gloves. They still aren’t positive if Izuku has his father’s lackluster immune system or not, but regardless they’re playing it safe as he is still a baby. 

Izuku disagrees with this arrangement. 

All day he fussed, oscillating between blowing raspberries at his papa and full on screaming. And no matter what Nisuke did: rocking, singing, sitting still, reading, or even feeding him, none of it helped. 

The only thing that calmed their son down was when Nisuke held him while standing in the doorway of their bedroom (with a medical mask for both Izuku and him, of course). 

Upon seeing that, no, his other parent hasn’t left forever, Izuku relaxed. Not wanting to wake his husband, Nisuke started to leave. But Izuku wasn’t done visiting, and he jerked himself forward. Thankfully, either from years of military experience or the terrifying new experience of being a father, Nisuke’s reflexes are heightened. 

He tightens his hold. “You little brat,” he says, tone light. Gently he bounces the baby in his arms. “Don’t do that again.”

Izuku laughs in response. A sure sign he planned to do it again sometime (and succeed). 

Yoichi coughs, sitting up. He blinks groggily. “Is everything alright, dear?”

Hearing his dad’s voice, Izuku bounces up and down, eager to get closer. “Someone missed you.”

“Ah, well I miss you too, bunny. But-” Yoichi is interrupted by a coughing fit. 

Out of reflex, Nisuke steps further into the bedroom, intending to help.

“No- baby!” Yoichi gets out through his coughing. He motions frantically with one arm (the other arm he’s using as a protective germ shield) to their son who’s looking up at Nisuke with damp eyes. 

“Right. I’ll go feed him and put him down for bed, and then I’ll give you some medicine for that cough.”

Back in the hallway, Nisuke murmurs an apology. “Sorry, Izu, but I promise daddy’s okay.”

Izuku sniffles but is worn out from the entire day. He rests his head against Nisuke’s chest, defeated. 

He places a gentle kiss on his son’s downy-soft head. “Only a couple of more days, Izu. Daddy’ll get better, I promise.”

-x-x-x-

“What’s taking so long, Young Midoriya!” All Might shouts, standing on the side of the trail they’ve been using for cardio training. A stopwatch in his hand. 

Izuku stops to catch his breath, hands on his knees. “S-sorry, it’s a little hard to breathe.” He coughs into his arm. 

A concerned look passes over All Might’s face. “Young Midoriya, if we need to stop for the day-”

“No!” Izuku yells, waving his hands around. Calming down, he repeats, “no. It’s alright. I’m just a little out of practice. I can keep going.”

“If you say so. Don’t overexert yourself, though. We still have another six months left to train.”

“Yes, sir,” Izuku says, straightening up to continue the run. 

As Izuku runs back onto the trail, and then eventually out of sight, All Might can’t help but cast a worried glance at his (soon-to-be) successor. Something deep within whispers to him that Young Midoriya isn’t alright. 

He ignores it….for now.

-x-x-x-

Izuku arrives home a quarter after six in the evening. The wonderful smell of his mother’s homemade cooking greets him as he steps inside. 

“Hi, mom,” he calls into the house. “I’m home.”

“Oh, honey, that’s great!” His mother comes from the kitchen to hug him tight. “I just finished dinner. After you put your stuff away, can you set the table?”

It’s less a question and more a statement. Izuku’s been setting the table for as long as he can remember, and by now it’s practically tradition. 

“Of course, mom.”

Dinner that night is a tempura udon. It’s delicious and heavenly.

He thanks his mom between mouthfuls of food. 

“So, how was training today?” She takes a sip of water, looking at Izuku expectantly. 

He swallows. “Good. All- my mentor told me I need to slow down.”

Her brow furrows. “Oh?”

“It’s not a big deal. Just….I had a coughing fit.”

“I see,” his mom says, voice uncharacteristically detached. 

He shifts in his seat. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes, I just remembered something,” she mutters down at her bowl. Shaking her head slightly, his mom looks back up at him. A bright smile on her face. “So, everything else is going well?”

He nods.

“Good, good.” 

-x-x-x-

That night, nestled under his All Might-themed blanket in his All Might-themed room, Izuku dreams of being trapped in a room with no windows and only one tightly-sealed door out. 

He jolts awake in the middle of the night. Izuku sits upright, trying to catch his breath. 

The cool metal (and it’s always cool no matter what) of his bracelet makes the nightmare that much real. He thinks of taking it off and tossing it out of reach, but years of his parents (read: absentee father) telling him not to make him think twice. 

Laying back down, Izuku holds the wrist with the bracelet close to his racing heart. 

At some point, he must fall back asleep because the next thing he knows, his alarm is blaring.

-x-x-x-

Ten months come and go. They stand on  the newly cleaned and cleared Dagobah Beach. 

All Might stands in front of him, a proud smile on his face. “You’ve earned this, Young Midoriya,” he says, clasping a firm hand on his shoulder. 

Izuku squirms, a thousand different possibilities of how the quirk is transferred or not transferred runs through his head. A transferable quirk is unheard of, and he isn’t sure-

He hears All Might sigh. 

Izuku snaps back to attention. “Sorry.”

“Prince of nonsense,” All Might says, fondly. “Anyways, to transfer my quirk you need to ingest some of my DNA.”

“What-”

A piece of hair is unceremoniously thrust in front of his face. “Eat this!” All Might beams at him, like this isn’t the most disgusting thing Izuku has-

He takes the hair and swallows it without a second thought. 

It’s a struggle trying to swallow the hair (and seriously, All Might, why did you have to pull the longest one?) But he manages to do so, and just in time to go home and get ready for the entrance exam.

[celticbarb]

Book:’’ The Falcon Laird” formerly ‘’The Angel Knight”

Author: Susan King

Series: Celtic Hearts, Book #2

Publisher: Dragonblade

Length: 332 Pages

Overall Rating: 5/5 Stars

Blog Rating: 5/5 Saltire Flags

Scotland, 1306

Lady Christian MacGillean, a Scottish heiress and follower of her cousin the Bruce, and who burned her own castle Kilglassie in Western Scotland to keep the English from getting it. Now because of this she is considered an outlaw. Lady Christian has had her entire family wiped out by the English so she has no love for any sassenach! She was forced to wed a hateful English Knight, Henry Faulkner. When he dies she is suspected of murdering him except he was killed by a bow, a weapon she doesn't even know how to use! She has an adopted daughter Michaelmas who she calls Mícheal who was born in a nunnery that she left with her close friend and Celtic Priest and his wife Moira and their many sons to keep her safe from the English. Henry and his English garrison had taken her home, land and murdered innocents Scot’s in the name of the King! Christian swore to Thomas Bruce never again as she went to meet her cousin King Robert the Bruce, The true King of Scotland!

Christian’s deceased husband had only married her for the gold her castle Kilgassie was rumored to have. Even though Christian, nor any of her family members or servants had ever seen any of this gold and everyone had searched for it, most think it is just a fictional legend from long ago. The legend was supposed to have this hidden gold from centuries ago that was given to King Arthor of Camelot that had been blessed by Merlin, the Druid, magician or warlock. Of course none of the English believe her and think she is hiding it and will eventually give it to her cousin, King Robert to support Scotland! Christian and other female family members of Robert the Bruce are put in cages. She had been in a locked cage where she was beaten, starved and blankets were often taken away by the King's first officer Hastings. Her only relief is when one of the English servants who is very kind and thinks it is disgraceful how they are treating this young lass she doesn't care if she is English or scottish no human being should be treated like this. Plus the lass is at death's door and she is still being mistreated. The English serf tries to help her but is denied when asked so she sneaks what she can to feed and keep her warm.

Sir Gavin Faulkener, an English knight, is half English and half Scottish whose mother was a Scot, encounters Christian when she is a prisoner of Edward, and at death’s door because she is kept in a cold cage. He is sick and angry seeing how they are mistreating a woman! Gavin rescues her without full permission thinking she is dying. He is promised an English castle and given Kilglassie not realizing it was in ruins,without her awareness he marries Christian with permission of the English king. Christian at first thinks he is an angel except Gavin feels love for Christian immediately and does everything to save her. As he already lost one young wife from the same illness. Christian thinks Gavin is an angel at first with his golden hair and blue eyes then she assumes he is Scottish hearing his mothers brother's Scottish accents. She is shocked he is an English night, is her dead husband's cousin and married! A wedding she has no memory of she feels so betrayed as she doesn't trust any English Knight especially with the name Faulkner. Though he is kind and seems to have a gift for healing she still feels betrayed! Will she ever trust this angel knight as a man and not let his Englishness get in the way. Read and find out.

Again another heart wrenching story that is absolutely brilliant! Susan King definitely knows how to draw you in and keep a fast moving, awe-inspiring story that any historical reader will absolutely love! It definitely has a bit of everything in this novel, from the ancient celtic stories of King Arthur and Merlin of Camelot, to the iconic true hero Robert the Bruce and his faithful followers. Furthermore this book is filled with faith, magic, myths, folklore, Bruce sympathizers, hatred, torture, love, trust, angels, healing, humorous children, guardian doves, plus a good share of English villains, and a golden haired hero with some other special gifts and a harp playing lass you just hope will survive and get her HEA.

I love historical fiction that has a bit of true history with historical fiction and some iconic true hero’s like Robert the Bruce and the devastating things that he had to deal with during his life, This is a re-read for me and I loved it even more if that is even possible. It is no wonder I have loved this writer for over 25 years! A book that is an absolute must read!

Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy and an advance reader copy from Dragonblade publishers. I voluntarily agreed to do a fair review and blog through netgalley. All thoughts, ideas and words are my own.

Celtic Hearts

Book 1 - The Hawk Laird

Book 2 - The Falcon Laird

Book 3 - The Swan Laird coming April 26, 2024

[legends-of-time]

Amelia’s Story (BBC Merlin Story)

Chapter 62: The Disir

Masterlist

Anne's POV

Anne's heart is in her mouth as she watches Mordred strike out towards Arthur who parries his blow. Merlin's words of the vision he had seen swirling around in her mind. The two duel for a few minutes before Arthur knocks Mordred to the ground. Arthur sheaths his sword and applauds.

She watches on as Arthur pulls Mordred up, walking away to further discuss techniques. Anne chews her lip anxiously from the window she's looking out of inside the Castle out towards the Training Grounds.

She knows Mordred has done nothing but be courteous towards Arthur, towards all of them and Anne has done her utmost to be kind and cordial with the young Druid, but she can't ignore Merlin's words, his fearful look whenever Mordred and Arthur are close to one another. She hates it because as of yet, Mordred has done nothing wrong, yes, he was previously misled by Alvarr but he had just been a child back then.

——

"Arthur says he has all the makings of a fine Knight." Merlin remarks to Anne as they sit down to eat in their Chambers.

"Mordred?" Anne questions.

"Mmm..." Merlin hums, taking a sip of his drink.

"You think he's not ready?" Anne questions.

"It's not that. He's an excellent swordsman." Merlin retorts.

"You think he's too young? Too headstrong?"

"He's always been thoughtful and modest." Merlin answers.

"The boy sounds perfect, Merlin." Anne says.

"I can't ignore what I saw. Anne, Mordred is destined to play a part in Arthur's death." Merlin argues.

"I know, I know. Seeing them today in the Training Grounds wasn't reassuring but he's bonding well with Arthur, surely that would mean it is possible that he won't kill Arthur?"

"Maybe." Merlin says reluctantly, he reaches out his hand to grasp hers.

Anne sighs. "Merlin, if Mordred wished Arthur ill, he has had ample opportunity to do so. He's a likeable boy."

"I know. I like him myself, but I can't ignore what I saw."

Anne strokes his hand softly. "Seeing is not the same as knowing. And we must know - for certain - before we act."

——

Leon brings in a report from the east that a rather famed Sorcerer, Osgar, had been nearly apprehended by a small patrol in the Forest of Brechfa. Unfortunately, the man had escaped, killing Sir Ranulf in the process.

Arthur deems it necessary for him to join the patrol to avenge him, including Mordred. Merlin is worried about this, but Anne can't help but think this could be a positive, giving Merlin and Mordred some more time to bond on the way.

And so, Anne stands in the Square the next morning, next to Gwen, watching as the Knights prepare to head out, Mordred bright and early and eager to go and prove himself. It is things like this that make Anne feel that Mordred couldn't possibly harm Arthur like the vision Merlin had seen. The boy is so gentle and kind and truly loyal to Arthur. He so wants to be a defender of the realm that imagining him harming Arthur is just something difficult to imagine.

Merlin is talking to Arthur by Arthur's horse, holding Faye in the saddle. The young girl is squirming like she is going to be going along with them.

Percival, Leon, Elyan and Gwaine, all ready, watch Mordred adjusting the saddle on his horse from where they sit on top of their own horses.

"You sure you haven't forgotten anything, Mordred?" Leon calls.

Anne shares a look with Gwen as Mordred looks up, puzzled.

"Do you think so?" The young Knight asks.

"Isn't he missing a dagger?" Gwaine remarks.

"I can't see a water bottle." Elyan shakes his head.

"His boot." Percival quips. "He's missing a boot, I think."

Mordred looks down, confused. He looks back up, even more perplexed.

Anne rolls her eyes at that as the Knights start to laugh. She clears her throat, drawing the Knights' attention. "I'm sure all of you will behave." She gives them a pointed look. "I want the four of you to promise me you'll keep each other safe." They all nod. "And be nice." She adds, fixing a firmer look at them.

Mordred gives her a thankful smile, mounting his horse.

Merlin puts his daughter down and she scurries over to her mother as he mounts his horse along with Arthur.

"Gentlemen!" Arthur calls to them all. Arthur rides out of the Square with the Knights filling behind.

Merlin turns to follow but Gwen calls to him. "Merlin?" Merlin looks up. "You will take care of him?"

Merlin scrunches up his face, disgruntled. "He doesn't always make it easy."

"I know."

"You better look after yourself too." Anne adds pointedly.

"Merlin!" Arthur calls.

Merlin nods and exits. Anne and Gwen watch with concern as the group gallops away.

——

Anne looks down at the Runemark. It essentially looks like a large golden coin but has strange markings on it and the power emanating from it. "Osgar gave Arthur this?"

"He did." Merlin answers.

"What exactly did he say?" Gaius asks. The three of them have convened in his Chambers.

"That it is both judgment and fate by the Disir."

"But let me guess, Arthur is not taking it seriously?" Anne remarks, exasperated.

"No."

"What else did he say, Merlin?" Gaius questions.

"He said the circle of fate begins to close. 'For even as Camelot flowers, the seeds of their destruction are being sown'." Merlin tells them. "I've heard these words before."

Anne frowns. "'Their'?"

"We can only assume that he talks of Morgana and Amelia." Gaius declares.

Anne gapes at them in disbelief, shaking her head. "He can't have meant Amelia."

Merlin sighs, walking over to her, holding her hands. "I know you want to believe that, but you saw how she deceived us. She was ready for Arthur to die, and I didn't see any hesitation."

She can't believe this. "You don't know. None of us know what's happening behind the scenes."

Anne can't believe that Amelia would just so easily turn to the dark side, turn against them all. She worries about what has happened in the intervening years that caused Amelia to join Morgana and go against everything.

——

Merlin brings a reluctant Arthur to Gaius' Chambers so they can hopefully talk some sense into him, to get him to realise he should take this seriously.

"Sire, thank you for coming. Please." Gaius gestures for Arthur to take a seat, which he does, and he takes a seat in the chair on the other side of the table. Gaius holds the Runemark in his hands. Merlin and Anne stand nearby.

"Tell me Merlin's got you two believing his nonsense too." Arthur remarks.

"This is a Runemark, My Lord." Gaius explains instead of answering him.

"So, everyone keeps telling me." Arthur comments.

Gaius ignores him. "In times past, this mark aroused great fear. It was given to those found wanting by the Court of the Disir."

"The Disir?" Merlin questions.

"The highest Court of the Old Religion." Gaius answers. "Three women were chosen at birth to be trained as seers and soothsayers. Their only task was to interpret the word of the Triple Goddess. When they sat in judgement, their word was final."

Arthur scoffs. "This worn-out superstition has no relevance now. I don't see how what bearing it has on me or Camelot." Anne almost growls at his careless attitude.

"Because, Sire, the Disir saw fit to give you this. This is the judgement of the gods against you." Gaius persists.

"This is... nonsense, surely?" He doesn't sound as confident as before.

"The Old Religion held that the Runemark not only contained a man's guilt but the path that the gods had chosen for him. That is why it is both a judgement and fate."

Arthur stands. "I make my own path." He declares, moving to leave.

"Do you?" Gaius' words stop him in his tracks. "It is said that only the gods can alter a man's fate... And even then, only when he repents and appeases them."

Arthur turns back to him. "You don't believe any of this? Gaius?"

Gaius drops the Runemark on the table. "I am an old man, Sire. Old enough to be wary of dismissing other people's beliefs."

Arthur reaches forward, taking the Runemark and stares at it thoughtfully.

——

"You were right to summon me." Kilgharrah says when Anne and Merlin speak to him that night. "The Disir are the mouthpiece of the Triple Goddess. It is she who has decreed Arthur's fate."

"What is it to be?" Anne asks.

"The Runemark predicts Arthur's death."

Anne's breath catches while Merlin remains stone faced, staring steadily at the Dragon as he asks, "When?" Kilgharrah doesn't reply so Merlin presses, "When will Arthur die?"

"The future is never clear, Merlin. You should know that by now." Kilgharrah retorts. "There are many paths. Not all lead to Camelot's ruin."

"But you must know something?" Anne pleads.

"Do they lead to Mordred?" Merlin then asks.

"The Druid boy? His fate and Arthur's are bound together like ivy round a tree." Kilgharrah replies.

"I fear he is dangerous." Merlin says.

"But we haven't actually seen anything that would truly suggest that." Anne points out. She hates how the two of them are so easily turning against the young boy. She likes Mordred, he has only behaved well since his return. "Surely, he's a good ally?"

"The boy cannot be trusted. There is good cause to doubt him." Kilgharrah disagrees.

"I'm sorry, but he's right, we can't know if he can be trusted." Merlin replies sorrowfully. He turns to the Dragon in front of them. "Is there anything we can do?"

"Sometimes...to save the tree, the ivy must be cut. You had a chance to kill the Druid boy once before. If you have another... you must not fail." Kilgharrah declares.

Anne swallows heavily. She doesn't like this at all one bit.

——

Anne and Merlin make it back to bed, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep before the day starts again but are suddenly interrupted by the hammering on the door, startling them from their sleep.

Merlin bolts up, blinking blearily in confusion. "Wha– am I late?"

"It's not yet dawn." Anne grumbles. "Whoever it is, I'm going to kill them." She opens the door to find Arthur still dressed though casually. She glares at him. "Congratulations, Your Majesty, it's time for you to die by my hand."

"You might not have to worry about that." Arthur mutters. Anne frowns at that.

"Arthur?" Merlin questions from behind her.

"Merlin, get ready within an hour." Arthur orders, striding into their Chambers.

"Why? Where are we going?" Merlin questions.

"To the Disir."

Okay, now Anne is definitely awake. "Is that wise—"

"We're going." Arthur interrupts. "I've made my decision." He looks at his manservant. "Be ready." And with that, he strides off.

Merlin huffs, moving to get ready.

Anne can't help but worry. "Merlin..."

"I have to go, Anne." Merlin says, not pausing.

"I know, just," Anne sighs, "just be careful. I don't know what you'll encounter but the Old Ways will be at their strongest there. This will be a place where the very centre of their powers will concentrate."

"I'll be careful." He picks up his bag, kisses her and off he goes.

——

Anne was right to be worried as when they return, they bring with them a wounded Mordred.

"Merlin is right. This is no ordinary wound. There is magic at play." Gaius tells Arthur as he analyses the young Knight as he lies in the cot in the Physician's Chambers.

"Can you save him?" Arthur anxiously asks.

"I am but a Physician - there are limits to my knowledge." Gaius replies.

"There must be something that can be done."

"Perhaps. I shall do everything in my power, Sire."

Arthur stands from the stool he has been sitting in, looking down at Mordred mournfully. "Let me know the moment he improves. Or..." He breathes shakily, not daring to speak the rest of his sentence.

Anne touches his shoulder gently. "Arthur, do not worry. We'll tell you the moment anything happens."

Arthur nods shakily. "Right, of course." He leaves the room.

Anne immediately turns to her husband, who has sat silently on the windowsill ever since they had entered with the wounded Mordred and has not spoken a word. "Merlin, you know your magic can save him, you've had opportunity to and you haven't. Why?"

"You know why." Merlin retorts. "I cannot save the life of a man destined to kill Arthur."

"If Mordred is destined to take the King's life, why has he just saved it?" Gaius argues.

"I cannot ignore what the Dragon said." Merlin counters.

"Yes, you can!" Anne cries. "You can't just write off a young boy's life because of the chance that he may be the one to kill Arthur."

"The possibility is too strong for me to ignore." Merlin stonily replies.

Gaius frowns, leaning back with crossed arms, analysing him. "What happened to the young boy who came into my Chambers just a few years ago?"

"He grew up. And he learned the meaning of duty."

Anne scoffs angrily. "No, he learnt to be heartless. Is really the example you're teaching the children?"

Merlin looks at her sharply. I'm doing this for the children so that they can be free, to be themselves."

"If you say so." Anne huffs.

——

Arthur practically leaps towards them as the group enters his Chambers to report their news, leaving Gwen, who looks to have been comforting him, by the window.

"Is there news?" Arthur questions but the trio stare silently at him in a non-verbal reply. Arthur then continues to say, "I thought that once we'd got him back to Camelot, and your care—"

"The staff that caused his wound was forged using powerful sorcery." Gaius argues.

"All the same..."

"And the poison that runs through his veins is beyond remedy."

"There must be... something you can do!" Arthur pleads.

Anne glances testily towards Merlin, who stares ahead, not daring to look at her.

"I'm afraid not." Gaius admits. "Only the Disir themselves have the power to counteract their own sorcery. I'm afraid we must prepare ourselves for the worst."

"I'll go to them." Arthur decides.

"Sire, I do not think that is—"

"And I beg for mercy." Arthur interrupts, turning to Merlin. "Prepare the horses. We leave at once." Arthur strides to the door, leaving through it with Merlin following.

Anne watches her husband go, hoping he comes to the right decision.

——

Someone's POV

In the darkness of the night, a cloaked figure enters Gaius' Chambers. The room is quiet except for the soft wounded sighs of the young Druid boy who sleeps in the cot in the centre of the room.

The figure lets out a choked sob as they gaze upon his prone body. They move forward quickly, taking the empty chair next to the cot and reaching out with shaking hands towards Mordred. They stroke his cheeks softly, shocked to find that he feels cold to the touch and extremely pale.

"Oh Mordred." They murmur softly. The hood of the cloak is pushed back to reveal its Amelia. Mordred continues to lie unconscious, unresponsive to her. 

Through the windows, dawn is breaking. She can't stay, Morgana is only temporarily distracted by their next plan, their boldest yet.

Suddenly he leaps up gasping for breath. "I–I– wha—" He pants frantically.

"Mordred!" Amelia cries in relief, pulling him into a tight hug.

Mordred's hesitancy to return her hug breaks her heart as he slowly hugs back. "A–Amelia?"

Amelia pulls back and strokes his face affectionately. "I thought I'd lost you." She knows tears stain her cheeks.

"What are doing here? Where's Morgana?" Mordred questions, his dart around as if trying to find her sister.

"I slipped away but I cannot stay, I must leave before Morgana realises I'm gone." She stands to leave.

"No!" He grabs her arm, staring at her imploringly. "Please stay."

Amelia weavers for a moment before quickly shaking her head. "I have to." She pulls away and quickly leaves before he has a chance to protest further.

——

Anne's POV

Anne walks back into Gaius' Chambers. She had left Mordred alone for a moment, getting some sleep, seeing to the children and collecting water. She expects to find Mordred in the same prone position in the cot as she had left him but instead, he is sitting, proper up by his elbow, looking expectedly at the door only to deflate when seeing her.

Anne hears the pale of water drop to the floor as she stares at Mordred in shock. "Mordred?"

He gives her a tiny smile. "Hello, Anne." He tries to pull himself into a fully sitting position but lets out a slight groan.

Anne rushes forward. "Here, let me." She sits him up and adjusts the pillow to give him support. She takes a step back. "You're awake..."

"Erm, yes, I, um, what happened?" Mordred splutters. "I–I remember the spear and nothing else..."

"You were badly wounded." Anne replies, reaching out to touch his forehead for a moment, relieved to feel the warmth coming back. "They brought you back to Camelot but there was nothing to be done. We all believed you were going to die."

Mordred frowns. "Even Merlin couldn't do anything?"

Anne hesitates for a moment. "No, no he couldn't. He and Arthur left yesterday to plead with the Disir." She glances over him. "Seems like it worked."

"Seems so..."

What did Merlin do?

——

Arthur and Merlin return later that day. Anne follows Mordred out of the Castle, down the steps towards where Arthur and Merlin stand next to their horses. Arthur beams, pulling Mordred into a hug but Anne is distracted. All she is focused on is the utter despair that flooded Merlin's features as soon as he spotted the young Knight.

Anne soon finds herself standing with Gaius and Merlin, looking out onto the Training Grounds as Mordred and Arthur clash swords. Merlin had explained what happened. Arthur had been faced with two choices: embrace the Old Religion or continue on as he had (essentially). One meant Mordred's survival, the other didn't. Merlin had believed, that to stop Mordred from killing Arthur, he needed to tell Arthur to reject the Old Religion so Mordred wouldn't survive but that clearly didn't happen.

"How could I have been so stupid?" Merlin questions, his voice full of disdain at himself.

"You did what you thought best." Gaius reassures.

Anne keeps quiet, still full of mixed feelings. She hadn't wanted Mordred to die but neither does she want Arthur to die.

"I assumed the best way to protect Arthur was to kill Mordred." Merlin says.

"A perfectly natural assumption." Gaius responds.

"Suppose we know now." Anne speaks up quietly. "Mordred's life is part of the Disir's judgment to punish Arthur for rejecting magic."

Merlin's jaw clenches at her words.

"You mustn't blame yourself." Gaius tells Merlin.

Merlin shakes his head. "But it is my fault. Mordred is alive and well. He's free to play his part in Arthur's death and there is nothing I can do to prevent it."

There are cheers from outside as Mordred succeeds against Arthur. Mordred beams as Arthur lifts him up in celebration.

"Nothing."

——

A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

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A/N Guys, you're never going to believe this. I did it.

So a little info on where I've been: In april I got mononucleosis and it was bad. It made me chronically tired and I don't think I've fully recovered yet. I'm also very busy with school so that's a thing. I can't make any promises on when I'll pick up where I've left off, but I did write this oneshot that ended up being 2000 words. I hope people still enjoy this!

The first time Eddie fell ill after he moved in with Wayne

Wayne sat opposite his young nephew, who had been living with him for almost a month now. Things were still a bit strange. Both of them were getting used to their new situation and to each other. Most of Eddie’s usually bright and wild smiles seemed just a little too forced to Wayne and his honest attempts at connecting emotionally to his nephew were often met with careful words that Wayne knew for sure wasn’t genuine. There was so much brewing underneath Eddie’s carefully chosen façade. It made Wayne silently despair but he knew he had to be patient. Trust took time and lord knows his nephew’s trust had been shattered over and over again.

Wayne wouldn’t trade taking Eddie in for anything though, he mused as he watched Eddie play with his bowl of sugary cereal. Despite the influence of Wayne’s complicated brother, Eddie had always been kind, pure and unique. There wasn’t a bad bone in that kid’s body and Wayne wanted nothing but to cherish all the good he could see in him, to get those big smiles to reach his eyes again.

This morning Eddie had been quiet. Too quiet. His smile wasn’t just insincere, it was barely there. And aside from a quiet “Mornin’, Wayne.” He also hadn’t said anything. Wayne sat opposite Eddie at their small table, scrambling for the right words that might get this skittish boy to open up to him. Because up until now, he’d yet to find them.

“So uhm…. Is… is everything alright, kid?” He tried. Eddie looked up from his cereal, looking like he’d been lost deep in thought and struggling to come back to the real world.

“Huh?” He managed.

“Ya just seem kinda down. You feelin’ okay?” Wayne carefully tried to explain.

“Oh…” The kid frowned and shook his head to himself.  “Sorry. I didn’t- uhm, I could-” He started to apologise, looking stressed in a way no eleven year old should ever look.

“No, no, kid. I didn’t mean it like that. Yer just quiet, is all.  Just wanna know if yer okay.” Wayne tried to backtrack. He didn’t know what he’d said wrong and so he had no idea how to fix it, if there even was anything to fix. God, he was so not cut out for this job. Eddie blinked at him in stunned surprise at the question. He eyes flitted around, clearly just as lost for words as Wayne felt.

“I’m… yeah. I- I’m fine, sir.” He fumbled eventually, still frowning faintly in confusion.

“Don’t have to call me sir, Ed. Ya never did before and don’t need to start now.” Wayne reminded him. His nephew’s eyes flitted up at him and he nodded carefully. Wayne saw he wasn’t getting anywhere for now and decided to drop it, taking in the boy’s shaking hands and the fact he’d barely eaten his breakfast and filing it away for later.

As Eddie left for school, Wayne made a mental note to keep a closer eye on him. He knew that for most of Eddie’s live, he’d lived in an environment where showing weakness was not acceptable, even dangerous. Wayne also knew that there were probably some deeply rooted traumas that they would have to work through that he wasn’t going to fix overnight. But God, did he want to. Wayne hated to see Eddie so skittish around him. Always trying to figure out some hidden meaning behind Wayne’s words that just wasn’t there, some hidden catch that could be sprung on him any moment. Wayne didn’t know what to do about this other than show his nephew again and again that there was no catch. That he was safe to express himself and that he could stay here no matter what.

When Eddie came home it was like his mood during breakfast had never happened. Back were the gigantic grins, the long rambling stories, the jittery movements. Wayne felt like he’d imagined it all. After dinner, they stood side by side doing the dishes. Wayne washed them, and Eddie dried them. he was still too short to reach the overhead cupboards, so he piled all the clean dishes on the counter. In between handling the fragile dishes, Eddie was performing a song that they had learned in school, including a silly little dance that was completely Eddie’s own creation. Wayne found himself laughing heartily at his nephew’s antics and when they were done and Eddie took a deep bow, Wayne dried off his hands and reached out to ruffle Eddie’s curls. The scalding heat he felt radiating off Eddie’s scalp shocked him into a horrified yelp.

“Jesus H Christ in hell, boy!” Wayne pulled his hand back like he’d been burned, eyes wide in shock.

Eddie about leaped out of his skin at his uncle’s unusual outburst.

“Yer burnin’ up! How have you just- Why didn’t ya tell me?” Wayne continued.

Eddie’s hand flew up to his own forehead and palmed at the heat radiating from his skin. Huh, that’s weird. That did explain why everything ached. Shit.

Wayne moved in to touch Eddie again, but the kid quickly danced out of his reach. He didn’t know where he stood with his normally stoic uncle and frankly, he didn’t want to find out. No thank you. He made a mad dash for the door to nurse his aches in isolation, but Wayne was quicker and before he knew it, a strong arm wrapped around his middle.

“No, no, no. Stay here Ed, please.”  His uncle quickly turned them around and let Eddie go. He stood with his back against the door, blocking Eddie’s escape route while also giving him space. Eddie frantically looked around him for another exit, he seriously considered squeezing through a window when he heard his uncle speak again, his voice brittle and quiet.

 “Please, I want you to stay.”

Wayne slowly let himself slide down to the floor, with his back pressed against the door.

“Tell me what I gotta do so you’ll stay.” Wayne implored. Eddie locked eyes with his uncle and saw nothing but worry.

Eddie cautiously slid down to the floor too, facing Wayne. His back resting against the heavy coffee table.

“I’ll stay” he murmured. Wayne released a heavy breath. He didn’t miss the guarded look Eddie still wore, nor the way his hands pushed against the floor, still ready to push himself up as quickly as he could.

“I’m sorry I yelled. I didn’t mean to do that.” Wayne started.

“Oh…” Eddie murmured.

“Can you tell me what you’re feeling? Or thinkin’?” Wayne tried.

Eddie shook his head, biting his lip.

“Please, Ed. Can you try?” Wayne practically pleaded. Eddie gnawed at his bottom lip as his eyes darted from Wayne, to the floor and back.

“I’m… confused.” He eventually said. Wayne nodded, happy with what little he got.

“Alright. Why are you confused?” He asked. Eddie shrugged.

“I don’t know what you want me to do. I thought you were mad” The boy muttered lowly.

“I wasn’t mad. I was shocked and worried. Still worried in fact.” Wayne explained softly.

Eddie gave him a skeptical look, which made Wayne let out an exasperated sigh.

“Ed, I can’t take care of ya properly if ya don’t talk to me when yer feelin’ bad. How long have you been sick?” He pushed.

Eddie’s gaze was fixed on the carpet as he shook his head. Wayne had no problem letting the silence stretch a little further, but eventually decided that he had to pull the weight of the conversation a little longer.

“You said ya didn’t know what I wanted you to do.” He nudged. Eddie finally looked at him again and nodded.

“Yeah. I thought you wanted me to be happier, or louder or whatever and I- I did! And now you’re mad at me for not acting sick? I don’t get it!” Eddie exclaimed. He hunched in on himself like his declaration had physically hurt him. He drew his knees to his chest and rested his face on them.

“What do you want from me?” The kid murmured into his knees.

“The truth.” Wayne said. “Kid, when I asked ya how yer were feelin’ this mornin’, that wasn’t a roundabout way for me to tell you to stop bein’ down. I really wanted to know how you were feelin’.”

Eddie scowled at that.

“Ya don’t believe me?” Wayne asked

Eddie immediately flinched and started to stutter. “I- I mean… I didn’t say- Of course I…”

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. It’s alright.” Wayne took a deep breath and chose a different approach.

“Do ya remember last week when mrs. Strong chased me out of her trailer with a goddamn broom?” Wayne asked.

Eddie’s face twitched as it fought not to smile. He had giggled so loud when he had witnessed his uncle ducking back into the trailer. “Yeah?” He said, wondering where this was going.

“Do ya know why she did that?” Wayne continued. Eddie shook his head.

“Well, she brought us those rock hard cupcakes, remember?” Eddie nodded. “So when I brought back the tray she asked me what I thought of them…” Eddie’s jaw dropped and a surprised laugh escaped him.

“Yep.” Wayne confirmed Eddie’s suspicions. “Truth just came out ‘for I could stop it. Can’t lie to be polite for anythin’. That might not have been the best call, but do you get what I’m tryna say, Ed?” The look Eddie gave him now was curious and open. Wayne allowed himself a small smile at this change. “I always tell the truth. Even when I probably shouldn’t. Even when all it gets me is a damn broom to my face.” Wayne smiled wryly. Eddie full on giggled now. And Wayne decided to hammer his point home. “I always tell the truth. So when I tell ya I want ya to be honest with me, ain’t nothin’ else to it.” Wayne concluded.

He could see his nephew mulling it over. Eddie gave Wayne an earnest look. “How… how are you feeling right now? I just… I don’t think I can tell. You’re so…” Eddie made a vague gesture with his hand. “And dad was so…” He wildly shook both hands around. Wayne chuckled a bit at that. “That’s… Oh man, that’s us alright.”

“How am I feelin’? Well, I feel like I’m screwing this whole takin’ care of ya thing up real bad. I’m worried about yer health and I’m sad that ya didn’t tell me. Frankly it worries me that I couldn’t tell that you were sick. I guess I’m also scared, ‘cause I’m supposed to know what to do here and I don’t, kid. I don’t know how to take care of you.”

Eddie blinked at him with large eyes. “That’s… a lot.” He sympathised.

Wayne nodded, his eyes soft as he looked at his nephew. “Your turn now, kid.” He said quietly.

Eddie traced his fingers over the worn carpet of the trailer as he thought. “I feel… achy. Tired. And scared too I guess. I don’t know how to let you take care of me.” He looked up as he finished. And Wayne gave him an encouraging nod.

“Let’s just give it a shot then, yeah? See how we feel and go from there?” He asked, slowly getting up.

Eddie nodded cautiously as he unsteadily rose to his feet. “I really don’t think it’s that bad though, Wayne. You don’t have to be scared. I used to get sick all the time and I still went to school and everything! I was fine.” He shrugged. Wayne sighed worriedly.

“That’s what I’m worried about, kid. Who could you go to if you felt sick?” He asked. Eddie looked to the floor and shrugged again. Wayne slowly put his hand on his nephew’s shoulder and squeezed it gently.

“Exactly. Well, ya got me now, kid. So no more hiding.”

how do u think wayne handled Eddie getting fevers? or his FIRST fever ever being with Wayne

Eddie's first fever ever being with Wayne was handled with PANIC (but like internal Wayne-panic )

Like, this was Wayne on the outside

And this was Wayne on the inside

I think it stresses Wayne out when Eddie gets sick because when Eddie gets sick he gets reeeeally sick and Wayne feels completely inadequate as a caretaker ( he feels all gruff and clumsy) even though he's soooo good with Eddie. Anyway, this ask inspired me and I might have written half a oneshot about Eddie's first fever. If I finish it I'll attach it to this post.